Strahd's "The lost Caverns of Tsojcanth" CLOSED

[Boddynock]

"Ah, allow me, my friend. Zariq, come, nestle here - but not all of it, mind you!"

The elemental hops into the prepared fire and it bursts into flame, burning brightly and fiercely.

"Zariq! Enough now."

The twining flames of the elemental's form slowly - reluctantly? - unwreath themselves from the now blazing campfire as Zariq steps away. Seeing that much of the laid wood has, in fact, burned through, Eliyyad tsks and goes off to gather more. On his return he dumps it by the fire, brushes off his hands and proceeds to unpack his gear for the night.

Taking off his backpack, he opens a side flap and says, "Food." Reaching in, he pulls out a fine linen pack, unwraps it and lays it on the ground, the linen forming a convenient cloth to keep the food from being soiled. "Date?" he says brightly, offering a thumb-sized glossy brown fruit to any who would like it.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Night camp

What is this?!?
Call Gorash in panic and anger.
A fire fiend! Oh .. bless Moradin and the earth itself, another Mage has joined us.
He shouts and points to the elemental, his voice echoes in the mountains around, sending a flock of some kind of birds to the sky.
In the name of the crying stone, do not touch the food, you'll poison it with your spells.
He turns to Atesh.
You too!! you prankster and mischief-maker, what do you hold in your han …
What's that?!!
The grumpy dwarf fall silent, dropping the mushrooms to the ground, you turn your look and see Atesh, standing on the threshold of the rocky ledge, not aware to the fact the dwarf spot him, he holds a bloody organ in his palm, trying to conceal it as mush as he can, looks like a liver or a spleen from the dead Ogre, Atesh's mouth drips with blood and mucous, his eyes are wide open in insanity, realizing you look at him he shouts in craziness.
Yes!!! Finally You caught me you cursed mortals, But his honorable majesty told me in my dreams last night that this is my destiny, I , Atesh the great, has discovered the sickening beauty of Necromantic rituals, I must satisfy my necrophilic needs and I love to eat those who died and extract their last pinch of life.
He points his finger to Eliyyad.
Go ahead, try it, kill the newcomer and eat him, and thy be blessed by the greater of them all, The Reaper!!
Begone mage! You have fallen to the powers of the dark gods.
Calls Gorash.
Twitching his face in agony, he calls
Accept me to your world oh dark god and curse those who are blinded by the disgusting sun and the shining ones, You shall not be forgiven, we shall meet again!!!
He spits on the ground and jumps of the ledge, into the darkness of valley.

The Reaper - Nerull
[sblock=ooc]Now that is a good way to get rid of a character with missing player.[/sblock]

 

[Boddynock]

Astounded, Eliyyad stands with his mouth open. Moments pass, and the only sounds to be heard are the crash and slither of Atesh's departing footfalls, and the crackle of the flames.

Then he turns to the others and says, "O exalted ones, should we not go after him?"

 

[Thanee]

Allyra

Allyra sits near the fire, motionless and staring towards the spot where Atesh has stood moments before. Then she turns to the others.

“Did he just jump off that ledge there?”

She shakes her head and rubs her eyes. Then she takes her orange scarf and throws it into the fire.

A moment later, Allyra stands up and slowly moves over towards the ledge to take a look.

 

[Yair]

Maor is as silent and owed as the others. After a time, he joins Allyra on the ledge, looking down at the deep valley below. "I don't see a trace of him" he declares shortly, and shakes his head in dismay. "I knew something was wrong, but didn't suspect it was so... bad." Turning to Turo he adds "We should have acted sooner, and not waited until we could inform all the rest."

"I don't see any point in jumping off a cliff to join him death. Or to not join him, if he somehow escaped death - I know I can't jump off a cliff, but wizards have their ways. No, Eliyyad, I don't think we're going after him."


OOC, A long time ago, to Allyra: Thanks for the horse

I suppose my Spot check reveals nothing, Spot the fallen Atesh (1d20+2=5)

 

[Steve Gorak]

"I don't see any point in jumping off a cliff to join him death. Or to not join him, if he somehow escaped death - I know I can't jump off a cliff, but wizards have their ways. No, Eliyyad, I don't think we're going after him."

Looking down the cliff, Keldar says grimly:"Myonly concern is that we'll have yet another undead walking the earth. I am no climber but (looking at the dwarf), is there a way we could get down, to make sure he is indeed dead?"

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gorash the lonesome

Shaking his head and closing his mouth, Gorash joins the other on the ledge and looks down.
That is a long way down, I'm quite sure he became one with the rocks, thorny bushes and trees, my only concern and it should be yours as well is the curse of a dying man. His "we should meet again" words are something to think about, especially if you give your life to the dark one, I say double shift.
The dwarf says and returns back to fire.

 

[Thanee]

Allyra

“Would be a good idea, anyways, now that we are in more dangerous territory,” Allyra says. “And we are quite enough to handle that.”

Then she sits down near the fire, but not too close, taking out her spellbook and reading in it for a while. When she is finished, Allyra closes the book and stores it before casting another conjuration, enhanced by a small rod she fetches from her backpack and puts back afterwards. She leads the horse, that appeared to the others and makes sure, that it stays in place.

“This one will stay long enough, so I do not need to strain myself more than necessary tomorrow.”

Allyra also touches her silver brooch and concentrates, paying back the spell, she had called for earlier during the day. Then she pulls out another white pearl, concentrates again, and casts one more spell to protect her during the next day.

 

[Boddynock]

Eliyyad sits again, slowly, though his muscles remain all aquiver in response to Atesh's fateful plunge from the mountain. He meditates on the flames, as if seeking the answer to such inexplicable behaviour in the sinuous, wilful dance of fire.

 

[Yair]

Maor nods. "A double shift it is. I'll take the first watch. I'm not feeling sleepy and besides - I have a feeling he'll come back soon if he ever does, if indeed he rises as an undead. And I'd like to be the one to greet him." He smiles grimly.