jasper
Rotten DM
Planescape Session 1
Chapter 1 Grave Escape
Day 1
PC Killed 0 Monsters Killed 3 Villains Captured 0 Villains Escaped 0
Start Time 6:30 End Time 7:48
10 downtime days. 100 GP. Take a Level.
I had a very strong group of ten. Dougart Paladin of the Crown 3 Metallic Dragonborn. Sklyer Soul Knife Rogue 3 Drow. Brandor Pact of the Tome Warlock 3 Half-elf. Alvyn Way of the Open Fist monk 3 gnome. Adtainea Bell Oath of devotion Paladin 3 Aasimar. Aziz Life Cleric 3 Kenku. Salamah Fleetfeather Assassin 3 Halfling. Marmaduke War Cleric 3 Kitten size Tabaxi. Grimble Life Cleric 3 chonky kitten size Taxbaxi. Vilvarin Ranger 3 Half-elf. Groan. Just noticed I had a small large size party.
Welcome all the new people to Adventure Legal.
The cold freezing metal cold brought the team awake. The light was flat and lifeless. Sheets covered their faces as the took a huge breath. A hand picked up a sheet and Vilvarin look into a face. But it was not a face but a floating skull.
Morte, “Welcome to THE MORTUARY. What are you doing BREATHING? What in the nine hells are your breathing for?”
Vilvarin, “Um who are you? Why am I here? Who am I? How did I get here? Where am I?”
Morte, “I am the Marvelous Magnificent Morte the mightiest Morte of the Multiverse. You are dead. Only the dead are delivered to The Mortuary. Vilvarin is on your nose tag. Francis brought you in here with the rest of dead friends. You are in THE MORTUARY. Why are you steal breathing? Why aren’t dead? “
Vilvarin, “I breathe to live. I am not dead. I would recall. Wait a minute I only remember my name.” Morte glitches out. “Why did you just do that?”
Morte doesn’t notice he glitched out, “Why is this dead head still talking to me. The dead don’t talk!”
Dougart, “Yes they do. You get five questions. Saw in a movie once. Wait what is a movie?”
Morte, “The Living are not allowed in THE MORTUARY. Grab you belongs in the corner and leave.”
Skyler, “How will know what is our stuff I don’t even remember my class.”
Morte, “If it fits….”
Marmaduke, “It sits. Nice suit of armour here.”
Grimble, “How will be get out?”
Morte, “DOH! Follow the signs that say Exit!”
Brandor, “Signs says nothing. You have to read them!”
Morte, “I see you were an English teacher or moron who is getting on my nerves.”
Alvyn, “You said Francis brought us in here. Where is he?’
Morte, “Working. Somewhere down the hall.”
Adtainea, “What does he look like?’
Morte, “Average sized gentleman. Has a blue uniform. With a Francis name tag on it.”
Aziz, “How will we recover our memories?”
Morte, “First cover yourself ugly flesh bag draped over a boner skeleton. Then follow the exit sign. I don’t care if you recover your memories. Why are the living STILL Talking to me!”
Fleetfeather, “Because you only one here with answers. Why do you want us to go?”
Morte, “Because the Living don’t belong in the Mortuary. Now get dress. In the clothing that fits you. Follow the exit signs down the hall to the outside. And GO OUTSIDE with the rest of the living! And get out my hair.”
Grimble, “But You don’t have hair Morte. Can we make detours as we leave?”
Morte, “Morte’s Magnificent Mane made maidens mourn their mousey mops for a milieu. That was just one of the punishments Morte suffers.”
The group gets dress with Dougart having to remove Marmaduke and Grimble out his clothing twice. Marmaduke decides to explore the Autopsy room. She spies an elderly gentle woman taking apart a corpse. She knocks the rib plate over.
Jex, “Who are you? Stop that breathing! Only the dead are allowed back here!”
Marmaduke, “You can’t make us leave! What you going to do about it?”
Jex, “Make you stop breathing. Frank punch her face in!” The corpse rises and punches Marmaduke across the room and the fight is on and over with quickly. Pocketing the key, the party decides to follow the exit signs. Down the hall the find the janitor closet and a window door look over a long hallway. A blue lever and red lever have locked the door. Popping the correct lever, the enter the hallway which ends with another door with small glass window.
Movement is seen through the small glass door, it is Francis. He is zombie. He waves. He then pulls the red lever on his side of the door. Gas starts pouring into the hallway. A memory flashes in Aziz head.
Aziz, “It is a crematorium. Get the thieves tools out. And open that door!” The rogues go to work and get the door open, just before the gas ignites. They beat Francis into a puddle. Taking a quick minute, they look around. Grimble decides to explore the records room.
Inside the hall of records is a patchy fur Tabaxi named Thaeziagnuz. He is poet who welcomes them in the room. He does not notice that they are breathing. He describes he is writing a eulogy for a city guard. Fleetfeather engages the bard in conversation and Dougart notices a paper with his name on it. It is a death certificate. He finds death certificates for everyone in the party. Curiosity the cause of death is not filled in. Everyone sneaks their cert into their pockets. Fleetfeather helps the bard with some word choice. Brandor goes to ask the Tabaxi about the certificates.
Aziz, “We have not more questions. Everyone I think we need to step outside NOW. For a BREATH of fresh air.” He elbows Brandor in the gut and hustles everyone into the hall. “Shut it that is a demi lich mark 3 mobile model. We would have died if recognized we were breathing.”
The group climbs the stair to the outside. For three of group they see normal apartment skyscrapers. The others have never seen a skyscraper. No one has seen a city inside a torus.
Alvyn, “My PC played halo!”
DM Notes. Fleetfeather has agreed to dm a second table if needed. We will go for 3 sessions to see how 12+ table works. He has access to the story book.
The player knows the background of the PC. The PCs don’t. So If I call for something like city folk or noble background has advantage, the player rolls with advantage. This is your beclouded memories trying to surface.
Thanks for those who stayed after the session to talk and really introduce yourselves to each other.
End of Session 490
Chapter 1 Grave Escape
Day 1
PC Killed 0 Monsters Killed 3 Villains Captured 0 Villains Escaped 0
Start Time 6:30 End Time 7:48
10 downtime days. 100 GP. Take a Level.
I had a very strong group of ten. Dougart Paladin of the Crown 3 Metallic Dragonborn. Sklyer Soul Knife Rogue 3 Drow. Brandor Pact of the Tome Warlock 3 Half-elf. Alvyn Way of the Open Fist monk 3 gnome. Adtainea Bell Oath of devotion Paladin 3 Aasimar. Aziz Life Cleric 3 Kenku. Salamah Fleetfeather Assassin 3 Halfling. Marmaduke War Cleric 3 Kitten size Tabaxi. Grimble Life Cleric 3 chonky kitten size Taxbaxi. Vilvarin Ranger 3 Half-elf. Groan. Just noticed I had a small large size party.
Welcome all the new people to Adventure Legal.
The cold freezing metal cold brought the team awake. The light was flat and lifeless. Sheets covered their faces as the took a huge breath. A hand picked up a sheet and Vilvarin look into a face. But it was not a face but a floating skull.
Morte, “Welcome to THE MORTUARY. What are you doing BREATHING? What in the nine hells are your breathing for?”
Vilvarin, “Um who are you? Why am I here? Who am I? How did I get here? Where am I?”
Morte, “I am the Marvelous Magnificent Morte the mightiest Morte of the Multiverse. You are dead. Only the dead are delivered to The Mortuary. Vilvarin is on your nose tag. Francis brought you in here with the rest of dead friends. You are in THE MORTUARY. Why are you steal breathing? Why aren’t dead? “
Vilvarin, “I breathe to live. I am not dead. I would recall. Wait a minute I only remember my name.” Morte glitches out. “Why did you just do that?”
Morte doesn’t notice he glitched out, “Why is this dead head still talking to me. The dead don’t talk!”
Dougart, “Yes they do. You get five questions. Saw in a movie once. Wait what is a movie?”
Morte, “The Living are not allowed in THE MORTUARY. Grab you belongs in the corner and leave.”
Skyler, “How will know what is our stuff I don’t even remember my class.”
Morte, “If it fits….”
Marmaduke, “It sits. Nice suit of armour here.”
Grimble, “How will be get out?”
Morte, “DOH! Follow the signs that say Exit!”
Brandor, “Signs says nothing. You have to read them!”
Morte, “I see you were an English teacher or moron who is getting on my nerves.”
Alvyn, “You said Francis brought us in here. Where is he?’
Morte, “Working. Somewhere down the hall.”
Adtainea, “What does he look like?’
Morte, “Average sized gentleman. Has a blue uniform. With a Francis name tag on it.”
Aziz, “How will we recover our memories?”
Morte, “First cover yourself ugly flesh bag draped over a boner skeleton. Then follow the exit sign. I don’t care if you recover your memories. Why are the living STILL Talking to me!”
Fleetfeather, “Because you only one here with answers. Why do you want us to go?”
Morte, “Because the Living don’t belong in the Mortuary. Now get dress. In the clothing that fits you. Follow the exit signs down the hall to the outside. And GO OUTSIDE with the rest of the living! And get out my hair.”
Grimble, “But You don’t have hair Morte. Can we make detours as we leave?”
Morte, “Morte’s Magnificent Mane made maidens mourn their mousey mops for a milieu. That was just one of the punishments Morte suffers.”
The group gets dress with Dougart having to remove Marmaduke and Grimble out his clothing twice. Marmaduke decides to explore the Autopsy room. She spies an elderly gentle woman taking apart a corpse. She knocks the rib plate over.
Jex, “Who are you? Stop that breathing! Only the dead are allowed back here!”
Marmaduke, “You can’t make us leave! What you going to do about it?”
Jex, “Make you stop breathing. Frank punch her face in!” The corpse rises and punches Marmaduke across the room and the fight is on and over with quickly. Pocketing the key, the party decides to follow the exit signs. Down the hall the find the janitor closet and a window door look over a long hallway. A blue lever and red lever have locked the door. Popping the correct lever, the enter the hallway which ends with another door with small glass window.
Movement is seen through the small glass door, it is Francis. He is zombie. He waves. He then pulls the red lever on his side of the door. Gas starts pouring into the hallway. A memory flashes in Aziz head.
Aziz, “It is a crematorium. Get the thieves tools out. And open that door!” The rogues go to work and get the door open, just before the gas ignites. They beat Francis into a puddle. Taking a quick minute, they look around. Grimble decides to explore the records room.
Inside the hall of records is a patchy fur Tabaxi named Thaeziagnuz. He is poet who welcomes them in the room. He does not notice that they are breathing. He describes he is writing a eulogy for a city guard. Fleetfeather engages the bard in conversation and Dougart notices a paper with his name on it. It is a death certificate. He finds death certificates for everyone in the party. Curiosity the cause of death is not filled in. Everyone sneaks their cert into their pockets. Fleetfeather helps the bard with some word choice. Brandor goes to ask the Tabaxi about the certificates.
Aziz, “We have not more questions. Everyone I think we need to step outside NOW. For a BREATH of fresh air.” He elbows Brandor in the gut and hustles everyone into the hall. “Shut it that is a demi lich mark 3 mobile model. We would have died if recognized we were breathing.”
The group climbs the stair to the outside. For three of group they see normal apartment skyscrapers. The others have never seen a skyscraper. No one has seen a city inside a torus.
Alvyn, “My PC played halo!”
DM Notes. Fleetfeather has agreed to dm a second table if needed. We will go for 3 sessions to see how 12+ table works. He has access to the story book.
The player knows the background of the PC. The PCs don’t. So If I call for something like city folk or noble background has advantage, the player rolls with advantage. This is your beclouded memories trying to surface.
Thanks for those who stayed after the session to talk and really introduce yourselves to each other.
End of Session 490
