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"Out of the Frying Pan" - Book II: Catching the Spark (Part One)

el-remmen

Moderator Emeritus
It defintely has been a delicate balance that has more often leaned dangerously to party dissolution. . .Particularly, with the whole devil summoning Jana does that upset Ratchis greatly. . .and the Jana's failure to alert the rest of the party to Markle's plan - and, there was some friction between Kazrack and Chance too, because of the latter's hesitance to enter battle. . .

Martin and Ratchis have had their share of tension -as have Jana and Martin - yet, in combat situations they seem to work together pretty well. . . If not with great tactics - well, they are still learning that part. :D
 

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enrious

Registered User
I'm enjoying it.

Please thank Beorth's player as he's given me some idea for running my paladin of Kelemvor.

Kinda weird playing a LG champion of a death god.
 

madriel

First Post
KidCthulhu said:


Nothing wrong with character friction, as long as the players can handle it politely. I've had characters who didn't get along with other characters, and the two players can only role play it if we sit across the table from eachother. Otherwise we sit and talk and are far too friendly.

Our current campaign nearly blew apart because of people who forgot that IC remarks aren't the same as OOC remarks. Not to mention "but the PHB says dwarves and elves don't get along so I'm just rping it" Yeah, rping it to the point where the party gets nothing done because of the friction. Wonderful.

(momentarily steps out to bang her head against the wall)

Then again, all the people the DM invited back get along a little too well. The gossiping and one-liners is driving him nuts and wasting way too much time. Fortunately his Holy Moo-ness has started cracking down on it. Now if he could just do something about the competitive farting between the male players...
 

el-remmen

Moderator Emeritus
madriel said:

(momentarily steps out to bang her head against the wall)

Then again, all the people the DM invited back get along a little too well. The gossiping and one-liners is driving him nuts and wasting way too much time. Fortunately his Holy Moo-ness has started cracking down on it. Now if he could just do something about the competitive farting between the male players...

And I thought all our sex jokes and razzing was bad. . . We use the PIG as a means to curbing OT nad OOC comments and jokes. . .

While there is no official fine for farting - I think as the adjudicator I would rule that a fart would be a $1 offense.

As it is quoting Monty Python is 50 cents. . . .
 

el-remmen

Moderator Emeritus
Session #22 (part III)

Martin pulled the wool from his pocket and spoke his arcane words, a second Richard the Red appeared, on one side of the great pedestal.

“Elves! Guardians! He has deceived you,” the false Richard pointed to the true Richard. “He is nova lustana! You must stop him.” (62)

One elf paused, looking back and forth between the real Richard and the illusory one, but the other fired his bow at Martin, who barely ducked. His concentration was broken, and now the false Richard would merely yammer for a few seconds before disappearing.

However, he would have lost control regardless as Jeremy ran over to him and shook him, saying, “What are you doing? Stop!”

“Get off of me!” Martin commanded, as Jana cast her spell of blindness upon Richard, but he shook off the effects.

Richard began to sing an elvish song in a lovely tenor that echoed in the large tenor, the beauty of the song only slightly marred by his accented elvish.

Ratchis slammed his hammer into a wolf for a second time and it disappeared in a puff of acrid smoke, but the other moved into its place, allowing the third to set up a charge at Kazrack. The wolf bullrushed the dwarf, slamming him with his head to try to knock him off the stone ramp they struggled on. Kazrack side-stepped the blow, and the wolf pulled to a halt biting and dodging the dwarf’s return blow.

Jeremy, satisfied that the illusory Richard one elf was still staring dumbly at posed no harm leapt over to Ratchis’ side and with a thrust of each of his swords, yet another wolf had disappeared.

Again, Jana cast her spell upon Richard, and this time he yelled out, “Damn!” Stopping his song; the watch-mage’s head darting around wildly without seeing a thing.

The other two elves were not fooled however, and another arrow clipped Martin in the shoulder and cried out in pain, pinioning his arms to keep his balance.

“Droleniel! You look vaguely orcish under this enchantment. How do I look to you?” Kazrack was inexplicably calling one of the elves. (63) Ratchis took up a place across from the dwarf flanking the wolf and with another mighty blow it was gone. He did not have a moment to rest, knocking away an incoming arrow, and looking up to where Richard crept forward towards the edge of the stone platform.

“Jeremy!” Richard called. “It is Jana! She’s causing it! Stop her!” And with that he suddenly picked up his pace and leapt into the open space and down soundlessly into the darkness below.

“Richard!” Jeremy cried with an agony that could not have been surpassed if Jeremy’s own brother (64) had leapt into that gap. “Jana! He’d better not be hurt!”

Martin cursed, and slurred his words into an arcane incantation running forward and casting a handful of colored sand at two of the elves. In a second they were both unconscious on the cold stone.

Jana tossed off another blindness spell, and the remaining elf, the one Kazrack had been babbling at, was blind as well. The elf began to back away cautiously, but was moving to the edge behind him.

Ratchis rushed forward and grabbed the elf in his huge arms. The elf had swung his blade reflexively when he sensed the half-orc close, but the blow was easily avoided.

The elf barely struggled, and then said weakly, “I surrender. Kill me if you must, but please bury me in elven soil.”

“No one is going to kill you,” Kazrack said, trying to be comforting. “You are in a foul dream. You were near a precipice and almost fell. We are trying to save you from yourself.”

“I would never have expected a dwarf of your kind working with the drow. Drow, orcs and drow, working together, this must be a foul dream.”

As Martin moved to bind the two unconscious elves, and Jana rushed up to the maiden lying on the stone platform, Jeremy grabbed a torch off the wall and began to descend a narrow stone staircase he discovered disappearing deep into the darkness below.

“This is all your fault!” he cried to the others over his shoulder as he descended, at a quick pace, but cautious of the crumbly steps.

“Someone needs to talk to Jeremy,” Ratchis said, holding the elf off his feet awkwardly, as Kazrack tried to reason with him.

“Kazrack, I am putting him down. Watch him,” Ratchis said, seeing that no one was acting to follow the ensorcelled Neergaardian.

The huge half-orc dropped the elf and hurried down the platform toward the narrow stair Jeremy had taken. The elf sat up, and began to edge away again, and was heading towards the edge.

“Where are you going?” Kazrack asked. “Be careful. You could fall over the side.”

“I must go on the ship to reach the other side,” the elf said mysteriously, trying to stand.

Kazrack ran up to him and pulled him away from the edge, and then shook him violently.

“What? What’s happening? Who are you?” the elf asked, his voice only slightly changing from the usual emotionless tone to one with the slightest bit of fear.

“I am Kazrack Delver. There was a mage. You’ve been ensorcelled,” the dwarf explained.

The elf shuddered, “Are we in the Chamber of the Three?”

“I don’t know. There are three rough statues in here, with gems in them,” Kazrack replied.

“Are there any elven women in here?” the elf asked, his tone becoming a bit more worried.

Kazrack looked up at Jana who was conversing with the half-elven girl laying on the pedestal.


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“You must be Rahasia, aren’t you?” Jana asked the groggy girl, who blinked her eyes with difficulty.

“Yes. Yes, that is who I am,” the girl’s voice was raspy. “Who are you?”

“Don’t worry, we’re here to help you,” Jana replied. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I just feel very fatigued,” the girl replied.

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“Get down here!” Ratchis’ voice echoed from below.

Jana hustled over to the edge of the stone platform and looked over the edge and could see nothing.

Kazrack was still trying to make sense of what the elf was saying, as it seemed to go back and forth between wakefulness and its ensorcelled state of reverie.

“Kazrack! Get down there!” Martin commanded the dwarf. He stood from binding the two elves who were already stirring. “I’ll take care of the elves.”

Kazrack left the elf where he sat, and walked over to the edge of the central platform and looked down. Even his darkvision could not reach the bottom, though he squinted and tried to see what was happening.

“Oh Isis!” Martin exclaimed, and hustled past Kazrack towards the stairs Jeremy and Ratchis had taken. “Stupid dwarf!”

Kazrack then hustled past Martin, picking up speed with his strong legs. “Hold your tongue mage!”

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The torch crackled and spat, as Jeremy made his way down the stairs. He cringed as the smell of rotting garbage wafted up to him, as he was two-thirds of the way down. The circulating cold air above kept the upper chamber fresh, but down here the air was close and foul.

“Richard!” Jeremy called into the darkness beyond his torchlight. The floor of the huge chamber below was a pile of rotting garbage of various depths. The walls were stained white marble, and Jeremy could see tall arched passageways leading out of the garbage chamber around the perimeter of the room, and a huge central column holding up the stone platforms above.

“Richard?” Jeremy called again, frantically running atop the mucky garbage that threatened to suck his boots off. He looked around trying to get a view of the Watch-Mage.
Ratchis was halfway down the stairs, when he spotted Jeremy’s torchlight bobbing up and down in his black and white field of vision. The half-orc did not pause, “Jeremy! Get over here!”

Jeremy turned, “Ratchis? Is that you? You have to help me find Richard, he might be hurt!”

“Nephthys, protect us! Jeremy, behind you!”

The Neergaardian could hear the sound of bubbling and shifting garbage behind him and turned to see perhaps the most horrific thing he had ever seen.

It was ten feet in diameter, but its body seemed to be made of the very garbage in the chamber. It stood upon three legs that were as thick and mottled as rotting tree trunk, and had three tentacles. Two were flayed open on the end and covered in thick spines three inches long, but the third stood straight up, off-center of the body, with a leaf-shaped appendage that held two yellow and green eyes, that absorbed Jeremy’s visage with alien hunger. It had a huge maw riddled with teeth of random sizes. It made sound like a constant heavy breath as it whipped one appendage forward and lifted Jeremy in the air, the painful spines piercing the Neergaardian’s chain-shirt.

It began to squeeze the life out of him.

Jeremy screamed in horror, “Help! Richard! Somebody! Help!” He managed to get one arm free and sliced awkwardly into the creature’s tentacle with his short sword. A bit of green malodorous ichor spurted from it, but the creature would not let go. Instead he squeezed even harder and pulling Jeremy closer to him as if he were only a rag doll, the monster shoved one leg into his mouth and bit down.

Jeremy screamed again.

Ratchis was a blur of motion. “Kazrack! Get down here!” he yelled, as he leapt over an incoming tentacle and slammed his warhammer into the creature’s side, sending a wave of nasty ichor over him like vomit spurting through pores.

Jeremy worked his other arm free, but the creature only squeezed even tighter. He drew more of what passed for the monster’s blood with his short sword, but he could hardly feel his other arm, and the blow was too weak to do any damage.

Jeremy coughed, and even above the creature’s incessant breath, Ratchis could hear ribs began to snap, and awareness flee from his eyes. Giving no thought to himself, he slammed the hammer down on the creature again, wincing as the ichor splashed into his roaring mouth.

The creature raised Jeremy way up above its body, and still squeezing brought the Neergaardian down to smash Ratchis with his own companion. Ratchis ducked, but the other tentacle raked him and wrapped around his thighs. The half-orc was lifted into the air, and brought closer to the monster’s mouth.

By this time Martin was passing Kazrack on the stairs and Jana had made it to the top of the following down behind.

Ratchis raised his hammer above his head in both hands, feeling the life being squeezed from his own body, knowing that his time was running out.

“Nephthys!” he cried, filled with the ecstasy of coming death. “Let my last blow be in your name!”

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Notes:

(62) Martin the Green was having the illusory Richard the Red say the word for dark elves in elvish incorrectly.

(63) DM’s Note: Kazrack was trying to confuse the elves into thinking that he was an elf as well and that some spell had made them all appear different to one another. The rest of us had no idea what he was trying to do until after the session when Kazrack’s player explained.

(64) Jeremy Northrop does not have a brother.
 
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Horacio

LostInBrittany
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PIG is the best way I've found to cut OT chat in game sessions. It's amazing how fas anybody can learn to be attentive if there are money on the stack...
 

Martin Olarin

First Post
What are the fines for quoting Python Fart Jokes?

What would have made Kazrack's attempt at taking advantage of the Elves Dream state more obvious is if it was made apparant he was looking at Ratchis while speaking - not the Elves. I don't remember whether I said I was doing so or only looked at the player while speaking the first time but your description should be changed regardless of it getting lost in the hubbub around the gaming table. While we're correcting things - Kazrack didn't mosey on over to the edge of the walkway to look into the pit despite Martin's player's interpretation - he moved as quickly as game mechanic's allowed. Lastly, change "Kazrack swung his hammer" to "Ratchis swung his hammer" before dieing.

On the subject of in party squabbles:

The group gets along in my opinion because there is little to no bleed over from in character thoughts and statements to the same out of character. Additionally, the group as a whole is pretty comfortable with loosing a character to the ideal of playing that character realistically and consistantly. So no one would hold it against the group if they had to drop a character that disrupted party dynamics too much - though I still have a hard time out of character asking another to change characters:)
 

el-remmen

Moderator Emeritus
The name mistake has been fixed. . .

As for Kazrack's attempt to confuse the elves - I think the fact that not one other person at the table had any idea what you were trying to do goes to show that you were not very clear - I mean - to this day I was certain that Kazrack was talking to the elf (who turned out to be named Ethiel). . .

If I get a chance I'll go back and re-write the exchange to make it clear that Kazrack was talking to Ratchis - thinking back I think part of the reason for the confusion is that Ratchis was standing behind Kazrack - so it was not clear that Kazrack would turn around to addres him.

As for the "moseying", regardless of the mechanics - it sure did seem that Kazrack took his time in attempting to get down to Ratchis and Jeremy. . .
 

Martin Olarin

First Post
Clarification

At the time, Kazrack's intention was to give aid as quickly as possible and was going to shoot his crossbow. My intention, knowing the situation better than him, was to, assuming the distance wasn't too great, have him jump down on top of the creature once Kazrack assessed the situation. Kazrack has never hesitated to assist others before which is why I found the assumptions of Martin's player, and, apparant now, yours as well, surpriseing (ooc) and annoying (ic). Futhermore, at the time I got the impression that Kazrack wasn't able to see because of looking over the wrong side of the walkway, not because of the dark.
 

el-remmen

Moderator Emeritus
Well, I guess this is just a case of misunderstanding. . . I think Martin's (or his player's) reaction to Kazrack was partly BECAUSE he did seem to be acting differently than he normally did.

But like I have been trying to say - there was obviously a disparity between what you intended and how everyone else interpreted it - things like this happen occasionally - it is not a big deal - happens in real life too. . .

I honestly don't remember what side Kazrack looked down from - but the bottom of the chamber was just out of range of his darkvision - so even if he were on the correct side he would not have been able to see even the top of the creature.
 

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