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Malvoisin's Dungeonaday Playtest [PFRPG][IC]

Malvoisin

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An unseasonably warm autumn sun shines cheerily overhead as a newfound band of comrades ascends the hill known as Bryson's Look. As the hill crests, the thick groves of silver maple and boxelder give way to vine-grasped piles of stones, overgrown outlines of foundations, and the furtive hint of walls and arches. Once, long ago, these ruins were known as Chordile Keep. Now, only the croak of a raven serves as a memorial to those days long past.

The two-mile trek from Brindenford has been uneventful, even pleasant. It's a welcome respite for dry mouths and pounding heads, the reminder of too many glasses of wine and cups of ale downed the night before at the Lost Shepherd. It's hard even to remember the promises of camraderie and brotherhood, of wealth and glories waiting to be won. But promises they were, and so six figures stand on the hilltop, ready to entrust one another with their lives, though they barely know each other.

In the center of the hilltop lies the entrance to the dungeon itself...little more than a twenty foot wide pit with an exposed stone stair that leads down into darkness. This band is clearly not the first to have braved the perils below, as the entrance has been kept clear of overgrowth.

The stairway down beckons. Who stands ready to answer the call?

 

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Rhun

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The breeze tosses the young northman's long blonde hair about his shoulders as he stands looking down the stone stair into the dungeon below. He strikes a spark with his flint and steel, and soon the torch he holds in hand is blazing with bright fire. The flint and steel he returns to his pouch, and then draws his greatsword in his strong right arm. With a look around at his new companions, Anundr nods and starts down the stairway.
 

GlassEye

First Post
Iradias sits on an outcropping of rock, or maybe the ruin of a wall or column; he can't quite tell. Knees and elbows poke out at awkward angles from his perch and he studies the ruins with his head jutting forward like some sort of vulture. The harsh sound of Anundr striking flint and starting a fire draws his attention and he watches the big man until the torch is lit. Surprise and dawning comprehension flow across Iradias' face as if he had never considered the possibility that they would need light down below.

Shifting, he pulls the buckler from his arm and places it in his lap. He lightly caresses the dented steel. Steel he himself dented, after many hours of work with a wooden mallet, to give it the appearance of the face of the moon. It doesn't, really, but he's no craftsman and there isn't anything else he can do with it. Except... He closes his eyes and continues to allow his fingers to flow over the marred surface. In the temple-tongue he begins his prayer, "Glarias, bless us with your light..."

The buckler begins to glow dimly and Iradias opens his eyes with a smile. He straps the buckler back onto his arm and slips from his perch. Looking around at his new companions and nodding in unwitting mimicry of Anundr, Iradias follows after the northerner.
 

Walking Dad

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Raven

The monk only known as Raven follows his new companions. He was really glad they had thought of the darkness below the surface. His traditional monk garb and wild beard rustles in the light breeze. He grips his staff harder, a small bag with some water and bread his only other equipment.
 

jkason

First Post
Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

"You lot sure we don't want to go looking for a better hangover remedy instead of this?" Nathan says, squinting in the bright of the day. He runs a hand through his hair, though it remains mussed and slightly unkempt.

The young man shrugs as he notices the resolve on his companions' faces.

"What the hells, let's see what's down there," he says. Then adds, "Just ... some of you heartier types go in front and behind, right? I'm squishier than you lot."
 

Rhun

First Post
"Just be wary," comes Anundr's deep, bass voice from down the stairs ahead of you. "Anything might lie below us."
 

Malvoisin

First Post
OOC: I know that two of the players haven't posted yet, but let's not wait forever. They'll catch up.

With the dual light sources of Anundr's torch and Iradias' spell lighting the way, the fledgling party takes a collective deep breath, and proceeds downward.

The weathered stone stairs descend into the earth for twenty feet, before emerging into a 20x20 square room. The light of the northman's torch flickers off of the plain walls of worked stone. More downward-leading stairs exit this room to the north, east, and west.

OOC: Note, that the scale for all Dungeon maps is 1 square=10 feet.

 

Rhun

First Post
Anundr hardly pauses at the landing, turning to the right and continuing on down the next set of stairs, as if he knows where he is going.
 

GlassEye

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Iradias pauses at the top of the stairs and motions for Raven to pass by him. "After you, my fine-bearded friend," he says in a coarse but unusually high-pitched voice.
 

Tailspinner

Explorer
Zooey

Zooey had been too enthralled in worry about what she had gotten herself into to notice that most of the others had already started down into the Dragon's Delve. She was over obsessing about the fact that she was the only woman in the group. A girl has to watch out for herself in this day and age. She was going to be in an enclosed area for who knows how long with five men. What was she thinking? Oh that's right! She was drunk. She was just getting this whole drinking thing figured out. Mom and Dad hadn't imparted much knowledge on such things. She turns to where the others had so recently been. "So! Shall we..." She stops and sees that most of the group has already started down into the darkness. She then turns to the only one who still has not started down into the unknown. "I guess we should catch-up to the others." She then takes her backpack off, rummages around inside, pulls out a lit torch, replaces the pack on her back, and starts down after the others.
 
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Walking Dad

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Raven

Playing with his fingers in his beard, the monk asks in his deep sonorous voice: "First checking all branches for traps? And then, which way should we take? ... I suppose one of you is trained in finding traps..."
 

jkason

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Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

Raven

Playing with his fingers in his beard, the monk asks in his deep sonorous voice: "First checking all branches for traps? And then, which way should we take? ... I suppose one of you is trained in finding traps..."

"Finding trouble? Yes. Finding traps? Not so much," Nathan offers non-helpfully.
 


HolyMan

Thy wounds are healed!
Yuin

"....."

Yuin looks at the others and then nods his head off towards Anundr, he then starts down the steps after the blonde barbarian using his ransuer like a walking stick. His other hand motions for the others to follow.
 

Tailspinner

Explorer
Zooey

The young woman raises her hand. "I can check for traps. But I think it is a mute point. They are already headed down that way." She points toward the descending Anundr and Yuin.
 

GlassEye

First Post
Iradias

Iradias giggles at Nathan's joke and when Raven indicates he'd rather be in the rear of the group Iradias follows after Yuin.
 

Malvoisin

First Post
Raven's warnings notwithstanding, the boldness of Anundr leaves the party little choice but to follow the barbarian down the right-hand stairway, and hope for the best. Fortunately, nothing harmful befalls the group as they proceed.

After descending, the party emerges into a massive chamber filled with cobwebs and dust. A shallow pool twenty feet across lies in the middle of the room, with tall pillars to the east of it, each carved to look like a tall, beautiful, human woman. The ceiling is vaulted, and a crescent moon has been painted at the highest point, which is directly above the pool. Although the paint is chipped, it still retains a peculiar luster that reflects light with a glistening glow. The walls sport a few empty sconces, and an imposing set of bronze doors is visible on the east wall. These double doors bear images of winged horses rearing majestically. Two passages proceed into darkness to the east, one each to the north and south of the double doors.

[sblock=Iradias]You easily recognize the moon symbol on the ceiling and the images in the pillars as that of Glarias, your patron goddess. Some would call hers a minor and mostly dead cult, though you are walking proof to the contrary.[/sblock]

[sblock=Knowledge Religion Check, DC 15] You recognize the moon symbol on the ceiling and the images in the pillars as that of Glarias, Goddess of the Moon. Hers is a minor and mostly dead cult focused on secret lore and divination.[/sblock]

 

GlassEye

First Post
Iradias stares in astonishment at the pool and paired statues. "We've found it!" His look of wonder turns to dismay and he takes a few small, hesitant steps forward before dropping to his knees at the edge of the pool. "It's too soon," he murmurs. He carefully touches his fingertips to the lip of the pool (but not touching the water) before jerking them away and clambering to his feet. He droops a little and in a dull voice says, "It would be dangerous to drink the water. I believe the pool is cursed and poisonous. And there is nothing I can do to raise the curse...yet."

There is a gleam to his eyes as he looks at his companions and he raises his right hand to his chest, fingers touching the silver crescent moon symbol that rests there. "But I swear, as Glarias reveals to me her secret face, I will lift the curse!"
 

Walking Dad

First Post
Raven

"So, this is a symbol of your god? Maybe a good omen. But we still shouldn't be pressing our luck. This young lady here said she knows something about traps. Why not let her contribute to our success?" Raven asks, as he glances around the room.
 

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