D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

FitzTheRuke

Legend
Lionel had nearly disappeared over the top of the well when Morgan tore the magic from his levitation. He was about thirty feet above the shallow rocky pool and he fell, nearly crashing into Tommi, who was climbing the rope in the style he had used to win a rope-climbing race in Daggerford, a year or two ago.

Morgan had a momentary flash of regret as his mind's eye saw the potential for Lionel to fall to his death in the cold clear water below, or worse - to strike Tommi and have them both fall to destruction. He was somewhat relieved when Lionel caught the rope mid-air and began to scramble once more toward the top. He was making a sort of growling noise that was both deeper and louder than anything that seemed natural for the small fellow.

Tommi stopped climbing and braced for impact when Lionel had fallen toward him, but as Lionel caught the rope and clambered upward, Tommi started moving again, with renewed speed. He could almost reach Lionel's feet...

Above, Escella dashed across the old dirt floor of the Lodge's kitchen, and she climbed quickly over and around the debris of the fallen pass-over bridge betwen the two buildings. She was nearly there as Lionel climbed out of the well, his eyes glowing red and his face twisted unnaturally with frustration.

OOC: We're almost there. Just @Neurotic & @MetaVoid to post, and I'll add up the successes and narrate the finale.
 

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OOC: Sorry, sorry. Vairar goes up and will block the door. If he is touched by Lionel, he will use Wrath of the Storm


Vairar looks up the stairs then down where Tommi was starting his climb and concluded that with his spear, with shield on his back, he will not be climbing quickly. He rushes after Escella and Lunn. He started late and feels older then his 240 years as he puffs up the stairs behind fleet warriors.

After he spies the emerging monster, he positions himself so that he has to be attacked to go through him and prepares to block the exit. With lightning and thunder if need be. He can always heal Lionel later.

"Try to take away whatever he picked up in the temple! It might be the focus for possession. Try not to touch the thing with your own flesh!"


 


FitzTheRuke

Legend
Lunn was fast, but with Escella's spell, she was slightly faster. She'd reached the courtyard before him, but he was not far behind. When Lionel came out of the well, eyes red with fury, Escella shot him with a blast of cold wind that formed heavy ice on his clothes and legs. He rolled out of the top of the well and landed with a thud. As he struggled to get up and run, Lunn stepped past Escella and grabbed him around the shoulders.

Vairar had gone one way, and then changed to another - it put him far behind. He was even behind Titus and the Dwarves as they made their way up the spiral staircase from the cellar, and by the time he reached the open air, shouting to the others to be wary of letting Lionel touch them, it was too late. As the big orc lifted the tiny halfling from his feet, Lionel grabbed onto Lunn's arm, and his angry face softened into a look of confusion.

OOC: Well, the good news is you got him! The bad news is - @Neurotic, roll a dc14 WIS save for Lunn!
 

Neurotic

I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
While not enraged anymore, Lunn is a canny warrior with magic in his blood. It didn't manifest now, but the probing personality of possessing entity just travelled along the wild magic paths within the warrior, swirling this way and that and finally bouncing back from the raising rage.

"Hrnnng!" Lunn turned the halfling away and squeezed poor lionel across the chest with one arm, completely blocking any movement, while moving the other one over Lionels eyes and pulling his head back on his shoulder.

"We need to disable him quickly! It tried something on me. RRRRRRaaaaHHH!" he squeezed again, aware he might crack few ribs this way, but suffocating would take too long if he is too careful.

neurotic: D20 + 1#lunnwisdomsave → 19(18 + 1)#Lunn wisdom save
 


FitzTheRuke

Legend
Escella could feel the magic - she could practically taste it - as Lunn stonewalled the thing's attempt to pass from Lionel to him. Lionel's face, which had been twisted in rage relaxed to look more like the pleasant halfling, and then into fear as the thing tried to return to him. Then, to determination, as he shouted, "No, I won't let you use me to hurt my friends!"

Escella knew the moment when the creature was stuck, not just between victims, but between worlds. She could feel a downward pull, not one that would take her, but one that ought to have returned the creature to its home plane - below.

But the creature itself resisted that too, and it was a great show of will that it instead manifested, ghostly, angry, and weak for what it was. Unfortunately even that was something very powerful indeed. A devil - and one that towered over even Lunn.

"Hruunn!" it grunted with the effort of manifesting in this way, before adding in a low, commanding voice, "Give me the Rod of Cruor, and I will let you live."

Lionel looked confused for a moment before looking down at his belt, where a strange, twisted rod was jammed.

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FitzTheRuke

Legend
Morgan, thirty feet below in a rocky cave, could see none of this, but he heard the voice echo down the well, and he'd known the creature from what he'd observed while possessed by it. He had an inkling of what was happening, but to assist, he'd need to get up there.

Tommi was climbing out of the well and saw it happen.

Titus and Vairar were just exiting the kitchen when they heard the voice, and the dwarves were not terribly far behind, though they'd dropped back a little.

OOC: I realized that I should let you all know where you are. Perception, Insight, Arcana, & Religion checks would all be welcome (pick one each, don't give me all of them).
 


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