[pfrpg] follow me into shadows

[fireinthedust]

OOC: Waiting to see what rest of party is doing. Either in regards to rescuing Sindri or securing ropes to cross the chasm. We don't need more people falling in.

Keep in mind, you should describe what Ragnor is doing. This could be waiting, looking at something, checking his gear, readyin an action, whatever. You're still doing something, even if it's waiting. Comments are welcome, also: dialogue, idea sharing.

Although, and I point this out as a bit of wisdom from almost two decades of gaming: a wasted action is a sorry thing. It warms the cockles of my heart to hear that you're living your character, if you get me. Otherwise I worry players are getting disinterested. Does that make sense?


Gandalfmithrandir: you toss the torch through the hole, so that it strikes not a web. There is a soft sound and then a clatter, as if it hit somethin before the rest of it landed on stone.

[sblock=sindri] There is a crunch and then a clatter back where you landed. You can see a vague lighter patch in the darkness, but not much else.[/sblock]

 

[ghostcat]

Angus says "Well there is no way that I can make it over in this armor. And I don't want to take it off unit we are sure this place is safe."

As nobody comes up with any ideas as to how to get the rope to where Sindri fell. Angus decides to take things in to his own hands so he uses his sword to clear the webs and carefully lowers the rope. "Sindri. If you can make it make to the edge, there's are rope we can pull you up with." he shouts

 

[GlassEye]

[sblock=DownInTheDark]Seeing the dim light and thinking, nay, hoping beyond hope that it is rescue to get him out of this devouring dark he tries to make his way back to where he started. He does not, however, wish to turn his back on the leering stonework and so he stumbles backwards, away from the concentrated evil. The sense of being surrounded by the hostile darkness is too much and he continually whirls to make sure that it isn't creeping up on him. This, understandably, slows his progress to a crawl and he fights giving in to the panic because he feels deep in his gut that if he does so they will have him.[/sblock]
"Edge? What edge?" His voice echoes with more than a little encroaching hysteria. "The darkness eats the light down here; I can barely see!"

 

[fireinthedust]

[sblock=Sindri] The darkness is *definitely* crawling after you as you move. It follows your every step, your every stop and start, always just out of sight so that you think you might see it. It's making you doubt your own senses, making you unsure, let your guard down. It's been waiting down here, planning, plotting, and now it has you. You can feel the strength in your legs weaken since you saw the carvings in the wall, and the blood rushing in your head is making it very hard to think. Your clothes are clinging to your sweat-drenched skin even in this chill, making it very hard to move. If it gets to you, how can you run like this?

You get to the torch, its pathetic light barely boosting the radius of yours. The upper area is blackness. Their voices are muffled, and indeterminately far from you. [/sblock]


Angus: you're not sure it would be too hard to jump, even in armor. Granted, if you'd wanted you could wear the less-constricting armor of the skeletons upstairs, or strip down easily enough. Still, the distance between each is only slightly higher than five feet.

Cutting the webs isn't possible, not all the way through. The surface ones cling to your sword, the rest are out of reach; it's not a thin layer, but several sheets.

 

[ghostcat]

Frustrated that he can't hack through the webs, Angus tries plan B. Wrapping one end of the rope firmly round his left arm and hanging on tight , he throws the rope down through the webs. having first check that it is not tangled and that it will unroll as it drops.

Angus says "Sindri just follow my voice." Sir Angus then proceeds to recite a bawdy ballad that is not usually heard outside one of the more disreputable taverns.

 

[GlassEye]

[sblock=Darkness]Sindri picks up the torch; grasping for every bit of light to ward off the darkness. He has to push back the darkness somehow. Steeling himself he desperately throws the torch up and hopefully into the webs so that they burst into fire and he can use the fire as light. In the momentary light he plans to run for the far wall where the hall and his companions wait above.[/sblock]

 

[fireinthedust]

OOC: Angus: The hole in the webs is two jump checks in, so we're talking about ten feet out before you. How long is your rope? what type of rope is it? (ie: Hemp or Silk?) I love this part of D&D, over and above the 4e videogame: what do you have with you, and can you realistically assume that, based on the situation, said item/equipment will have the inteded effect? Or will it explode in your face, figuratively or literally?

 

[ghostcat]

OOC: Angus: The hole in the webs is two jump checks in, so we're talking about ten feet out before you. How long is your rope? what type of rope is it? (ie: Hemp or Silk?) I love this part of D&D, over and above the 4e videogame: what do you have with you, and can you realistically assume that, based on the situation, said item/equipment will have the inteded effect? Or will it explode in your face, figuratively or literally?

OOC: Sorry, if I wasn't clear. Angus is still at the edge of the webbed area and is trying to throw his (50' silk) rope through the webs that he failed to cut.

 

[fireinthedust]

OOC: i knew where you were; just making sure the rope was whatever distance. it's important. evil DM: oh come now. if i was evil, i'd make you roll for the torch and/or rope

[sblock=Sindri] a rope clatters down from above to land by the torch. It hangs... exactly long enough that the tip reaches the floor without bunching up. [/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

Jack grabs the end of the rope trailing behind Angus to help him support Sindri. Sindri quickly stashes his spear and grabs the dangling rope. He doesn't wait to be pulled up but begins frantically climbing eager to escape the malicious darkness and the demonic beings trapped within.