Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"I don't know if any acid spells will work, but I can try. I also have a bit of fire to be conjured too."
Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2
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Leif
Adventurer
Grok, Half-Orc Cleric 3, AC: 17 (18 v. 1 foe -dodge feat), HP: 27/27
"Grok cast Protection From Evil on altar. It not last too long, but maybe supress the evil while we all take big craps on it, so it not burn our bums off. Can also cast Cause Fear. That usually work on person, but maybe it scare anyone who try to worship or use altar?"
[sblock=Grok's Prepared Spells]
Spells Prepared:
L0 -- Stabilize, Light, Detect Magic, Resistance
L1 -- Cause Fear, Protection From Evil, Cure Light Wounds X 2
L2 -- Bull's Strength, Cure Moderate Wounds
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"Grok cast Protection From Evil on altar. It not last too long, but maybe supress the evil while we all take big craps on it, so it not burn our bums off. Can also cast Cause Fear. That usually work on person, but maybe it scare anyone who try to worship or use altar?"
[sblock=Grok's Prepared Spells]
Spells Prepared:
L0 -- Stabilize, Light, Detect Magic, Resistance
L1 -- Cause Fear, Protection From Evil, Cure Light Wounds X 2
L2 -- Bull's Strength, Cure Moderate Wounds
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KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Once he's done resting, Scrag stands and hefts his axe, then points it at the altar, growling a bit for emphasis.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
John pats the troll on the elbow, "Yes buddy. We are working on it."
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
The party follows Rosalia and Grok to the room they mentioned, but nothing quite prepares them for the sight.
You see a large 60 foot square chamber. A large altar is fallen and broken at the center of this room, flanked by two twisted and destroyed candle stands. From some divine knowledge revealed inside your head, you know that the altar was built from the remains of kobolds and derro who refused to yield to the Outer Gods' corruptive power. Their limbs have been removed and their torsos sewn together to form a crude table. The candle stands are built from kobolds whose bones were liquefied by the Outer Gods' power then reformed and arranged to force their bodies into a pose suitable to hold candles during services. The kobolds' faces and jaws were set to hold one candle, while their arms extended straight up from their torsos to each clutch a candle. Their legs were half as long as normal, as their lower leg bones formed two additional limbs extending from their lower torsos to form four stable legs for the stand. The altar and candle holders are dead and destroyed from the combined attacks of Grok and Rosalia, though the residue of their draining corpses is doing little for your composure.
The walls were covered with the still-living skin and organs of other creatures captured and warped by the Outer Gods' servants. Organs pulse, veins throb. Skin and body parts move and quiver slightly.
When you all enter, the walls shiver away from your blessed aura. You notice that standing close together and approaching the twisted skin and organs eventually causes the to dissipate and melt aware in quivering agony. With a couple hours of labor you could, if you wished, destroy all the twisted organic material from this room or you could decide to move on instead.
You see a large 60 foot square chamber. A large altar is fallen and broken at the center of this room, flanked by two twisted and destroyed candle stands. From some divine knowledge revealed inside your head, you know that the altar was built from the remains of kobolds and derro who refused to yield to the Outer Gods' corruptive power. Their limbs have been removed and their torsos sewn together to form a crude table. The candle stands are built from kobolds whose bones were liquefied by the Outer Gods' power then reformed and arranged to force their bodies into a pose suitable to hold candles during services. The kobolds' faces and jaws were set to hold one candle, while their arms extended straight up from their torsos to each clutch a candle. Their legs were half as long as normal, as their lower leg bones formed two additional limbs extending from their lower torsos to form four stable legs for the stand. The altar and candle holders are dead and destroyed from the combined attacks of Grok and Rosalia, though the residue of their draining corpses is doing little for your composure.
The walls were covered with the still-living skin and organs of other creatures captured and warped by the Outer Gods' servants. Organs pulse, veins throb. Skin and body parts move and quiver slightly.
When you all enter, the walls shiver away from your blessed aura. You notice that standing close together and approaching the twisted skin and organs eventually causes the to dissipate and melt aware in quivering agony. With a couple hours of labor you could, if you wished, destroy all the twisted organic material from this room or you could decide to move on instead.
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Scrag, a troll raised among humans, loses his lunch.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
John looks around the room, feels his blood drain and proceeds to follow scrag's lead, spewing in the previous room.
Leif
Adventurer
Grok, Half-Orc Cleric 3, AC: 17 (18 v. 1 foe -dodge feat), HP: 27/27
"What? It not so bad, Rosie and Grok been here before beating candle holders and stuff."
[sblock=Grok's Prepared Spells]
Spells Prepared:
L0 -- Stabilize, Light, Detect Magic, Resistance
L1 -- Cause Fear, Protection From Evil, Cure Light Wounds X 2
L2 -- Bull's Strength, Cure Moderate Wounds
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"What? It not so bad, Rosie and Grok been here before beating candle holders and stuff."
[sblock=Grok's Prepared Spells]
Spells Prepared:
L0 -- Stabilize, Light, Detect Magic, Resistance
L1 -- Cause Fear, Protection From Evil, Cure Light Wounds X 2
L2 -- Bull's Strength, Cure Moderate Wounds
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KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Scrag didn't know the words to express his revulsion. The semi-living...things were wrong in a way that went beyond his somewhat simple view of the world. And yet, they reminded him of the strangeness of his own existence. The horror he saw here somehow twisted in his gut, making him wonder what this place would be like with troll-flesh...an ever living, ever regenerating mass of tortured existence. Scrag shuddered and fought back another bout of stomach churning. He wanted to destroy this place, all of it, and burn it until nothing was left but a black stain on the ground.
Voda Vosa
First Post
"Terrific." Tuk utters, before approaching to the wall, experimenting with his flesh burning aura. "Hm, perhaps we need to cleanse this room... It would be better than having all throw up on the floor." he starts walking around near the wall, to remove the pulsing organs and disgusting stuff.
