View Full Version : [M]Ravenloft: Night of the Walking Dead IC
01-17-2012, 05:48 AM
In the moment Mendel went down the pipe, a strange fog began to rise form the floor of the dungeon. Subtle at first, but then as if erupting as if lava form some unseen volcano. Whatever feeling the fog might have triggered in you, it caused the two headed giant to spring to it's feet in surprise. The heads appeared as if they were going to say something before they took notice of Gilder. Quickly, the giant picked up two very large clubs, one for each hand, from behind a boulder.
"Oatmeal!" The heads shouted and the giant rushed at Gilder.
Quickly, the fog surrounds you its dampness caressing you like cold, dead hands. The dungeon seems to retreat from the mists, its sights and sounds disappearing into some unseen distance. All that remains visible is the cold, choking fog. Even your companions seem far away. The consistency of the floor seems to change beneath your feet and you start to sink down very slowly as if into a shallow pool of muck. For a moment, everything is quiet. What few sounds you can head are amplified by the surrounding mists: your own breathing, your beating heart.
The silence is broken by a shout, followed by a splash, and then some curses being muttered in Gnomish. Then the fog begins to dissipate, fading away as quickly as it appeared, leaving you and your companions alone in a dismal swamp. The first thing you can't help but notice, other than Mendel in the shallow water, is that Torvah, Irin and Dryden aren't with you. As well, one of the uniducks is there and is quacking nervously. There is also what appears to be a Halfling, though he doesn't appear to be of any of the types that you're accustomed to seeing.
The swamp is very dark, the nearby trees have become twisted shadows with claw-like branches reaching out, and a foul odour rises form the murky water. Overhead, through the tangled branches, the sky appears strange. The stars are out, and the moon is close, nearly full, which it shouldn't be at this time of the month. Menacing clouds begin to roll across the western sky like a curtain of black smoke. In but a few moments, the clouds blot out the feeble starlight completely.
A storm is brewing-a very bad storm.
Tied to a tree, just a few feet away is a large raft. On the ground nearby are five long, wooden poles; presumably for steering the raft. Unfortunately, it will have to wait for morning, as with the clouds rolling in, blotting out the moon and stars, in a few minutes it will be too dark to travel.
01-18-2012, 07:06 AM
Kass opened her eyes slowly, pulling her shaking hands from her face and as she remembered the last seconds before the strange fog. She had grabbed her daggers, anticipating danger... but quickly fell to her knees as a strange vertigo feeling caught her off guard... "Oatmeal?" it was the worst thought she could have conjured. Wretching, she leaned forward as far as she could before new, disgusting smell of the swamp, the vertigo, and the oatmeal, converged to force her to expel any food she had in her... which happened to be minimal.
Taking a few breaths and recovering, she looked around. She couldnt see very far in the sudden darkness, but the smell and muck underneath her gave away the setting. She could see a large raft, and the stars fading away behind the clouds told her that the weather was about to take a turn for the worse. She could make out several members of the group she was accompanying before entering the dungeon before, as well as a new one.
She worried about that boy and his father... wondering how this could have happened... but she knew she didnt have time for dwelling on things she couldnt control. The situation she was in was very real, and she was ready to make the best of it.
Standing, she closely examined the raft, as well as the surrounding area, for traps. She didnt detect any, and after searching around in the darkness for anything that could be of use, again finding nothing, she began gathering some of the less soaked greenery, placing them down next to the raft as she collected them with her hatchet.
01-18-2012, 10:06 PM
Barely making it to a stretch of land, Mendel coughed and sputtered out the putrid water from his lungs, and promptly vowed to forget, in their entirety, every memory associated with what happened during that horrid pipe excursion with the dwarf. Looking about in an anxious and confused manner, Mendel managed to drag himself out of the swamp waters, shivering as his body rapidly dropped in temperature. Scanning the locale of its bared trees, wispy fog and decayed decor, Mendel was immediately reminded of his trip through the Gnarled Forest on his way between Verbobonc and Dyvers. Laying on his back to calm himself, Mendel noticed the rain clouds off in the distance, and the magnificent gnome's mind started prioritizing what needed done. First was the need to get dry, and to create a shelter from the harsh reality of nature. While some may like feeling nature on their face, Mendel was wise enough to get out of the rain!
As the world began to intrude on his thoughts, Mendel took note of the further splashing of water around him, 'Oh no! Not again!' Rushing to his feet and backing away from the water's edge, Mendel finally saw the bodies of those adventurers from Castle Greyhawk. Settling his startled nerves, a sly grin soon spread across the gnome's lips. 'At last, some good news. My servitors have arrived.'
Moving next to one of them, Mendel began to roughly shake them, "Are we awake?"
01-19-2012, 08:06 PM
Panicked at the sight of the charging giant, Gilder drew his mace and prepared to jump to the side. However the sounds of the charging giant cut when as fog swallowed him up. He did not know what sorcery summon the fog but he was thankful for the timing. When the fog cleared enough for him to see Gilder lowered his mace and turned to survey his surroundings, "A swamp," he said when the smell reached his nose, "Just wonderful."
He then noticed the girl he'd been searching the dungeon with doubled over and vomiting, "Are you alright?" he asked when she seemed in a condition to speak. Though before she could answer he heard an unwelcome yet very familiar voice from nearby, "Shit, he's here too?" he said to no one in particular when he turned and saw what was unmistakably the gnome from earlier. ~Just great,~ he thought at he went to inspect the raft, ~I've lost all my rope, I'm stuck in a swamp at night, and HE'S here. Which god did I offend to deserve this?~
"Well, looks big enough for all of us, the problem is we don't know where we are." he said commenting on the raft.
01-19-2012, 10:09 PM
Eccawen had watched from the other side of the bridge as Mendel flew back in the air, and tousled with some invisible creature only he was able to see. Could have possibly be suffering from type of hallucination? She sniffed the air; it stank of stagnated water and a displeasing smell of Earth. Normally, she would have been happy to take in the smell of dirt, but in this condition... the rancid smell of water overpowered it.
"What has possessed you, gnome?" she asked, taking a few steps onto the bridge. Before he had a chance to respond, he disappeared down a pipe.
She was struck with a strong feeling of confusion. She felt torn between helping the gnome, and leaving him to rot where ever he ended up. Looking behind her, she seen no sign of the knight that had started the journey with them. Where was she? For the life of her, she couldn't recall the knight's name. Fog began to rise up from the floor all around her. She looked back at the pipe, and down at the eerie water flowing beneath the bridge, and to the fog that send chills up her spine. Did the water just gurgle?
Shaking her head, she mentally chided herself for her stupidity. She quickly crossed the bridge, and took a deep breath and slid into the pipe, thanking her small stature for being able to fit. She didn't realize she let go of the rim as the fog exploded in the room behind her.
Her body hurt, but more importantly, her head hurt. She groaned as she was shook awake. "Are you awake?" She opened her eyes to see the gnome crouched down beside her, shaking her to her senses. All the shaking made his face blur, but she could not look past his bulbous nose.
"I'm awake, I'm awake," she said, feebly swatting him away.
01-22-2012, 04:19 AM
One moment Sabine was peering over the edge of a stone railing - then the next the floor was gone and she fell screaming - into a swamp. Brownish-green water closed over her and she touched bottom. Somehow Sabine got her feet under her and she pushed up - and broke through the surface.
The water was up to her arm pits, but the half-elf priest could stand upright. Coughing, Sabine looked around. Moonlight was streaming through the dark trees - incredibly, it was a full moon! But last night the moon was in the first quarter! And nightfall was hours away - wasn't it?
"Illusion?!?" she gasped - but the cold murky water pressed around her felt all too real - and the smell! There were others splashing around her - she recognized them as the others who'd undertaken the quest of finding the boy's missing father. They were headed towards a raft tied to a tree - land!
She still had her quarterstaff, thank Fharlanghn! Leaning on it, she trudged towards shallower water and the raft.
"What happened?" Sabine demanded as she got close. "One moment we were under the castle, and now where are we?"
01-22-2012, 04:59 AM
Chopping several sturdier hanging vines from the trees, Kass plopped down next to the raft and piled bunch of boughs, twining the vines through the greenery, twisting, then tightening them. Moments after she sits down, Sabine drags herself from the mucky water.
Looking up from her self-assigned task, "I havent the slightest... but judging by the cloud cover..." Thunder violently explodes, shaking the ground and putting a bit of a quiver in the strongest heart... much closer than before... "I would say we have more important things to think about." A bit louder, and directed to anybody in the vicinity: "Somebody get a fire burning. This storm is going to soak everything, and make it much more difficult to do it afterwards."
Looking back down toward her task, she continues weaving, slowly creating a heavy curtain of brush.
01-22-2012, 05:22 AM
Morwyn covered her mouth with both hands as the two headed giant snatched up it's clubs and made a rush at her ally. But from her place on the balcony, what could she do to help? The elf's heart was pounding in her chest, and the uniducks were quacking loudly in warning and moving about, to and fro at her feet.
But she suddenly noticed a heavy mist that seemed to grow from the cavern's floor. The fog's onset was unnaturally fast, covering the ground beneath the giant and Gilder's feet, then ranger himself, then the giant (who looked altogether confused at the sudden disappearance of his prey). As the cloud seemed to grow and swell, to drift upward to her location, Morwyn felt everything inside of her scream to turn down the corridor and run. But her feet wouldn't move. She was powerless to watch the fog envelope the balcony, the uniducks, her own feet...
She awoke on the damp ground, with the smell of musty vegetation and rot in the air. With a start, she pushed herself up to a sitting position, but didn't make it much farther before a wave of nausea swept over her. She pressed her palm to her forehead and looked around, frantically trying to place her surroundings.
It was a swamp, dark and gloomy, and it was night. Had they really spent so much time in that dungeon, Morwyn wondered, or had she been unconscious for very long? The full moon was bright enough to shine through the storm clouds overhead, giving the entire world a silvery glow.
Some of her new friends and allies had come along to the swamp, it seemed, and many were already up and moving around. Her cheeks grew warm as Morwyn wondered if she was the last to wake up, or perhaps the only one to faint at all. There were a few who had traveled with her through the caverns, and a few others who had come down with them and then gone their separate ways. It was curious that they should find themselves here in the swamp, all together. The elf frowned. Where were they?
Her attention was drawn to the solitary uniduck that seemed to be with the group. The small bird sat beside her, just at her knees, pacing back and forth and quacking in displeasure and uncertainty. One didn't have to speak uniduck to understand what the thing was so worried about. Morwyn felt an impending sense of dread at their surroundings too. Why the rest of its flock, and the rest of their friends hadn't come along, she had no idea. Closing her eyes briefly, Morwyn said a silent prayer that the others would be able to defeat the giant and save the poor boy's father. But for now, there were more pressing matters at hand.
Morwyn gathered the lone uniduck into her arms and rose to her feet. "There there," she spoke to the creature in soft, soothing tones. "We'll get you back to your flock. You'll be safe with me."
Stroking the soft feathers on the uniduck's back, she turned to watch the others in her party. Everyone bore equally confused looks in their eyes, so Morwyn quickly discarded the idea of asking where they were. Kass called fore a fire, but the little elf girl was fairly clueless on how to start one. It only added to her sense of helplessness.
"Oh dear," she repeated with a sigh, feeling completely and utterly concerned for them all.
The barefooted Kender was crouching, studying animal tracks so he could find something worth eating out in the forest. He left home a week ago compelled by wanderlust to search and explore the world. Pip stood back up and began following the tracks, it was safe to say he was new to this but he was taught most of the basics to survival. The trees suddenly parted into a clearing and upon a closer look it seemed unnatural. A mist rose up out of the ground and surrounded him, he felt his body move, not as if he was walking but as if the land was moving around him. When it all stopped his stomach became uneasy but he was able to keep everything in. The air was damp the ground wet. He had the feeling he wasn't in Krynn anymore even though he knew little of the rest of the world.
Pip looked around at all the new things, a group of adventures were there as well. They looked as if they been through the same experience. Maybe the tinker gnomes set up an elaborate prank, he has heard stories. One of them called for a fire so he rushed over to find some wood that was roughly dry so he could start one.
"I can handle a fire." he said out loud so the others would know what he was up to.
Now that he thought about it the sky was pretty dark, a storm looked to be in the making. He found some small sticks around the tree so he used those to build a place to set tender on, larger pieces of wood surrounded it to have something for the fires to feed on after it starts going.
01-26-2012, 04:35 AM
With the approach of nightfall, the sky becoming pitch black and boiling, yet it is strangely silent: no thunder booms, no lightning flashes, no rain falls. You can hear the sounds of scurrying as well as the calls of whatever creatures are roaming this foul place. Some of the calls you recognize, some you don't. And the ones that you don't send chills down your spine. Oftentimes throughout the night, some of the sounds come nearer to you and you can swear that something is stalking you from the brush just outside of the campfire's light.
When morning comes, the sky has cleared somewhat, but is still overcast and seems to grow darker as time passes. A light mist drifts across the water, while a light fog hangs in the air, adding to the gray hue of the surrounding area. After making whatever preparations you need to, the party moves the raft into the water, and using the poles, begins to navigate through the swamp.
After a couple of hours, the raft sips through a tangle of tall reeds growing up from beneath the black murky water. The mist and fog have dissipated, but the surroundings are still gloomy. Overhead branches entwine to form a dense canopy. The sounds of the swamp are louder now. Unseen creatures slide through the reeds below the water's surface. A chorus of croaks and ribbits begins as if to greet you, growing so loud that every other sound is drowned out by their raucous song. Then, all at once, the chorus stops.
01-27-2012, 04:04 AM
Sabine grimaced when the frog chorus abruptly stopped.
"Well, it's either going to rain," the half-elven priestess said, glancing upwards at the darkening sky, "Or the other boot is about to drop."
Or both, but she didn't voice that thought aloud. The evening had been pretty harrowing from the unseen animals that crawled around just past the edge of the firelight and made strange, chilling noises in the dark. Now, in what passed for daylight where ever they were, it seemed almost as bad.
Sabine turned to the Kender and cocked her head.
"You're sure this place is new to you as well?" she asked.
01-28-2012, 05:36 AM
Thanks to her own nature's sleeping bag, Kass had a great sleep. She dreamed wild dreams... from gory and violent to the opposite end of the spectrum.
They had been riding through the swamp all morning, with the chaotic but somehow beautiful cacophony lulling her into passivity.
Amilli spun her head as the sound of the swamp suddenly died. Placing her hands on her daggers and crouching down in the raft, ready to spring.
"Quiet." She listened carefully, trying to detect anything in the sudden silence.
01-28-2012, 10:35 PM
Morwyn had remained quiet through the night and into the next morning, saying little to her companions besides a warm greeting to the newcomer. Her sleep had been fitful at best, and she spend most of the night watching the smoke from their campfire curl upward into the inky black night. The morning took its time in coming, and the swamp's gloom prevented much cheerful sunlight from brightening her spirits. Morwyn felt she had a constant chill from the damp air of the place, and no matter how close she sat to the fire, the girl couldn't stop shivering.
A journey on the raft was a welcome distraction from her thoughts, even if none of her friends had much of an idea where they were or where they should head. She kept towards the middle of the raft, holding the uniduck close for fear it might paddle off into the murky water, though the animal showed no signs of any such desire. Instead it ruffled its feathers in response to her stroking and quacked softly when she spoke to it.
But suddenly the world stopped. Or at least, that's what it sounded like. Sabine muttered something foreboding, and Morwyn felt her mouth go dry when Kass moved her hands to her weapons. She ordered the party to be quiet, and Morwyn covered the uniduck's bill instinctively. Her wide eyes searched the swamp around them in concern.
"Yes I'm pretty sure, I wandered into fog or a mist then i just appeared here." replying to the half-elf, who looked like some religous person.
All outside sound stopped, which to Pip didn't seem like anything natural. Even so he wanted to explore and find the cause. After all the only reason he left Kendermore was to seek out the world and experience as much as he can, if not everything. The gloom did little to hamper his eyesight, lowlight vision is very useful and he didn't understand how humans lived without it.
He looked about trying to spot what caused the animals to stop making noise.
01-30-2012, 10:09 PM
Eccawen was quiet that night, much to her own surprise. She felt off and uneasy with the sudden change in scenery, the eerie fog, the scurrying of animals in a new place. The thought of it all made her skin crawl, but she hid it, passing it off as a thought of her robe still being damp, despite her better knowledge.
She almost didn't want to get on the raft with others, but looking behind her, and up at the sky, she deemed the raft the safer choice. Best to stay with the group... till they get picked off one by one. The foreboding atmosphere did little to improve her mood. She listened to the words of others, staying quiet, occasionally glancing at the strange halfling who joined their group. She recalled her own run in with the fog, and frowned. She wasn't the only one that had experienced it. That was never a good sign.
All of a sudden, the loud croaking noises from the frogs and toads abruptly stopped, obviously disturbing other members of her party. Her hands wandered to her swords, her eyes darting about in anticipation.
02-06-2012, 04:18 AM
Mendel, Eccawen, and Sabine see the three giant frogs, partially submerged in the water. Just as they take notice, and before they have a chance to alert the rest of the paryt, the three frogs rise up, one moving a little closer to the raft. The other two open their mouths, their long sticky tongues heading at Pip and Morwyn.
Attack Roll; Frog 1 attacking Morwyn. Needs a 2 to hit.
Attack Roll; Frog 2 attacking Pip. Needs a 4 to hit.
Initiative round 1
(Anne and Mask, if the tongues hit you, they do no damage. However, you will find yourself being pulled straight at the frogs mouths. Anne you will not be able to cast spells in the first round of battle. Everyone, roll 1d10 for initiative please. Please note that the water in this area is shallow enough for everyone to approach the frogs as it's only about 2 and half feet deep)
02-06-2012, 05:57 AM
To Sabine's horror, she noticed there were three giant frog heads sticking out of the murky swamp water. Before she could say anything, one of them moved, heading towards the raft while its two companions opened their gaping mouths and their pink tongues lashed out and grabbed at two of the others on the raft!
ooc: rolling init
02-06-2012, 07:40 AM
Eccawen stared down at the frog heads in the water, mouth falling open to gape at the sight. She didn't like frogs, especially those that could be as tall as her. Call it what you may, but chances are that anything taller than her or close to her size posed a problem. She didn't have a chance to unsheath her blades before two pink tongues lashed out at two others on the raft, attempting to pull them off the raft. They would surely drown if the frogs had anything to do about it. She hardly knew the other explorers, but she didn't want them to die either.
She unsheathed her blades, preparing to attack the nearest frog to her.
Round 1 Initiative Roll
02-06-2012, 07:57 AM
Seeing morwyn suddenly attacked by the frog, Kass pulled out her throwing knives, quickly rising from her crouched position and throwing them at the creature's tongue, attempting to sever it quickly.
Initiative "DEX 18(+2/+2/-4)":
The other's reactions didn't do much to tip him off to what was happening or wasn't happening. It wasn't untill he felt a something thump and stick to him followed by a pull. Thats when he saw the frogs. His right hand reached down to pull his shortsword from it's sheath.
He noticed the many warts darted along each of the frogs, as well as a slimy coat over their skin akin to normal frogs. They weren't a pleasant sight but atleast they sorta explain all the quiet.
02-08-2012, 05:33 PM
Morwyn let out a yelp as the giant frog's tongue wrapped around her left arm. It gave a hard jerk, pulling the little elf off her feet. She fell onto her stomach on the raft, scrambling for something to hold onto to keep from being pulled into the water. The uniduck went tumbling from her arms with frightened quacks and darted towards the middle of the raft. With a flash of concern, Morwyn worried it might be stepped on by one of her companions.
But there wasn't time to worry much about the duck, as the frog continued to retract its cold, sticky tongue towards its gaping mouth. Morwyn's fingers dug into the cracks in the raft as she did her best to hold on with her right hand. With great effort she managed to pull against the frog's tongue just enough to free her dagger from her belt with her left.
"Help!" Morwyn cried to her friends.
02-08-2012, 10:17 PM
Mendel saw the delicacies before him and instantly his stomach beckoned for him to act, and with the utmost haste; within a breadth of a second, Mendel's giant gnomic mind was cascading with a wide catalogue of sauces, and the famished genius could only wonder what local herbs and spices he could procure to compliment these juicy, meaty legs. Since he is one that has always relished the act of playing with his food -- despite his father's warnings -- Mendel leapt into action, brandishing his trusty meat tenderizer and exclaiming "At last, something palatable. This one’s mine!" Moving to the edge of the raft, Mendel turned to his peons, "I call shenanigan rights on ANYONE who takes my dinner!" With that, the magnificent gnome went over the sides of the raft into the chest deep water, and began moving to engage with the plumpest looking of the frogs. 'Ah yes,' thought our gnome protagonist, 'plenty of dark meat.'
Initiative; round one.
Battle plan; Mendel shall attack frog #3, the one that is not actively entangling Morwyn or Pip.
02-09-2012, 03:36 AM
Round One Attack Order; Pip, Sabine, Kass, Frogs, Mendel, Eccawen, Morwyn
(Korvis, Kass will be attacking at -2 to hit with the called shot)
Pip drawed his dagger with his left hand, then jumped off the raft and into the water. It was chest deep for him, but it was better then fighting the frog's pull on the raft, he didn't want it to tip over. In the water he put up more of a fight. "Help the elf, I'll be fine for a few moments." he shouted to the others. It seemed the gnome ran off to attack the third frog, almost as if he was enjoying the attack. He looked as if almost drooling but that could have been swamp water.
Focusing back on the frog, which wasn't so hard for the Kender, he made a doward slash at it's tongue with his shortsword followed by another slash with his dagger. Trying to free himself alittle or atleast discourage the frog from eating him.
Shortsword: right hand
Dagger: left hand
Shortsword: right hand
Dagger: left hand
02-10-2012, 09:14 PM
There wasn't any time to lose, Morwyn was literally clinging to the raft by her fingertips. Spinning on her heel, Sabine turned with the stick she'd been using to pole the raft and brought it down sharply, aiming at the giant frog's tongue just below Morwyn's foot.
With any luck, the blow would be like biting one's own tongue - a sharp pain and hopefully the frog would let the elf go. And if her own experience was any judge, not want to use that tongue again for a while.
To Hit: [dice0]
02-12-2012, 01:10 PM
Throwing Dagger 1
Throwing Dagger 2
Throwing Dagger 1
Throwing Dagger 2
Initiative "DEX 18(+2/+2/-4)":
02-20-2012, 06:13 AM
As the fight went on, no one noticed the mists gathering just under the canopy. As the frogs were about to strike, the mists were thick enough to obscure the surrounding trees and even sky,
giving the impression that the party had been placed into an endless room with a ceiling of mist. It was at this point that two people came falling out of the mists and each landed on a frog. The frogs made a croak of surprise, and a similar noise may have escaped the lips of the two new arrivals, now covered in the muck of the swamp.
(frog attacks cancelled due to surprise, more details in OOC)
02-22-2012, 04:19 AM
The refined gnome had just settled on stewing his giant frog legs in a spicy piquante sauce, when Mendel heard the swallowing sound of bodies hitting the murky swamp floor, and his stomach dropped as a golden haze settled over his eyes. 'Oh no, not her again!' Gathering his focus, the gnome intended fully on bagging his dinner and amscraying off into the night -- the further away from the towering knight the better!
Shifting his stance in the gnome-deep water, Mendel felt his chest muscles stretch taut as he made an overhead strike toward that plump, succulent frog that stood before him. Attack [roll0]; Damage [roll1]; Initiative [roll2].
02-22-2012, 06:13 PM
Trying her best to keep her focus before any other surprises happened, she catch a glimpse of one of the female elves in the group falling into the water. The sound of something hitting the water caused her to glance at one of the frogs' whose tongue was spouting blood.
Black blurs caught her attention in the air till whatever it was fell from the sky, landing on two of the frogs. Gripping both blades, she launched herself at the nearest frog, attempting to slash downward diagonally with her short sword, the other slash aiming towards its throat with her rapier.
THAC0 Short Sword
Damage Short Sword
02-29-2012, 09:23 PM
Morwyn gasped in surprise, but did her best to stay focused on the monsterous frog instead of the people were were suddenly dropped down from the sky.
To hit with dagger:
03-10-2012, 03:25 AM
The mists started to disperse and the remaining frog began to retreat. As it started to hop away, the other sounds of the swamp began to return, echoing throughout the gloom. The frog made a long hop, which ended with a sound that seemed out of place. It seemed the frog had landed on something made of wood submerged just under the surface of the murky water. It paused for a moment and then prepared to leap off into the gloom.
03-10-2012, 03:59 AM
With a yell, Sabine jumped into the murky water and ran splashing towards the giant frog with her quarterstaff raised to strike down, but the giant frog gave a leap off of the submerged wood and disappeared into the mists.
The young elf priestess gritted her teeth and swore quietly under her breath. She had tried to help but felt like she'd contributed the least to the fighting.
"I.. think it's gone," Sabine called back, staring into the mist. Something bumped into her. She almost leapt straight up out of the water in panic, then realized it was the wood that the frog had landed on before leaping away. Only it wasn't a tree....
"Uh, I think I found something...?" Sabine said, poking at it the sunken boat. There was a hole in one end. She reached down and something brown slithered out. She screamed, raising her quarterstaff - but it was only a wet badger. It shot her a dirty look and swam off. For a moment, it looked like it was holding a tiny knife in one paw...?
"This place is playing with my mind," Sabine muttered, poking with the staff in the hole. There was something inside, some sort of chest. Reluctantly, she reached in and managed to pull it out.
"Hey! I did find something!" she said, awkwardly carrying the heavy wooden chest back to the raft, feeling the contents inside sloshing around. She managed to set it down, then used the end of her quarterstaff to slam down on the rusty lock. With a dull "thunk" it broke off and splashed into the water.
"That was easy," Sabine sighed, then opened the chest. Inside was a large sack that proved to be holding some soggy field rations. A pile of wet clothes and two short swords wrapped in some cloth.
"Fharlanghn has favored us," Sabine smiled.
03-20-2012, 04:50 PM
Eccawen watched as the last frog hopped away, landing on something submerged in the water. Peering around the others, she watched one of the elf's approach whatever the sunken item may be. She stayed back, close to the raft, soaked to the bone from the water of the swamp.
From over the noises of the swamp, Eccawen heard the elf woman exclaim that she found something. She peered around Sabine as she set the chest down, and broke the lock off. Besides what looked to be weapons wrapped in cloth, she couldn't tell the importance of the items.
"Only the weapons and clothes seem salvageable," said Eccawen, poking at the chest with the hilt of one of her swords.
03-25-2012, 04:50 PM
Morwyn pulled herself back onto the raft with great effort. Instead of immediately jumping to her feet, she tucked her legs beneath her in a kneeling position and took a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes met those of the uniduck's from his position in the center of their little boat. Both elf and duck communicated without words that they both realized what a terrifyingly bad ending could have befallen her.
"Thank you," Morwyn squeaked to her friends who had so gallantly come to her aid.
She watched Sabine chase after the frogs with some apprehension. Those awful amphibians, or perhaps some other slimy predator could easily jump out and take her by surprise. But she returned to the raft triumphant, carrying a mysterious chest.
While the others investigated it's contents, Morwyn frowned to herself. Those things clearly belonged to someone, and they were probably hidden away in the chest and submerged for safekeeping. But she supposed her friends had fought so very bravely. Who was she to protest their reward?
"Shall we get moving again soon?" she finally asked, casting a concerned gaze around at the silent swamp.
04-02-2012, 07:25 AM
"Only the weapons and clothes seem salvageable," said Eccawen, poking at the chest with the hilt of one of her swords.
Sabine sighed, mentally rifling thorough her small collections of prayers. She didn't have one yet for purifying food. What a terrible waste!
"Shall we get moving again soon?" Morwyn asked, looking concerned at the swamp around them. Sabine turned to stare curiously at the submerged boat, wondering what circumstances had brought it here and what had happened to the previous owners? Could they had left anything else of value behind that might be useful to them?
Still, the frogs could come back at any moment. It was best to be thankful for what they had won here today. Gripping the edge of the raft, Sabine hauled herself out of the water.
"We should get going," she agreed. "Hopefully we can find a safer place tonight."
04-23-2012, 03:54 PM
As those twits dawdled over their haphazard victory, Mendel kept his head low to the cesspool, and his mind turned toward other tasks instead of gathering food; his appetite had left him in any case, with the ever-present golden haze that clouded his vision -- and the woman that accompanied it -- having turned his stomach. Staying low in the dark waters, and partially obscured by the low-hanging mist, Mendel made his escape.
For hours Mendel waded through swampy waters and traversed over sparse land inhabited by naught but skeletal trees. The land was all too familiar to the gnome, reminding him of his jaunt through the gnarley forests only several weeks prior. Absently, the magnificent gnome twisted the heart-wood ring on his left hand with his thumb, his gnomic eyes twisting to-and-fro with every beastly-call and unexpected movement. Doggedly, the gnome crept ever further across the nameless landscape, until he wondered if there would ever be an end to his wanderings.
Finally, with the dreary day having lost itself to the cool embrace of the moonlit night, Mendel felt he could go no further. He was drenched in the ichor of the swamp, and bone weary from his frantic pace. Stumbling toward a possible makeshift shelter of an overhanging tree root at a land embankment, Mendel tripped over an unseen root within the waters. As his body tensed with the expectation of splashing into the dark drink, a sense of vertigo overtook the little priest. His stomach tossed and turned, and a sickly fog clouded his eyes for but a moment.
When the fog dispersed, the gnome found himself landing into a lap of luxury. A soft cushion of flesh lay underneath him, and a women's breasts heaved in front of his eyes. With a smile, the gnome dove in, only distantly aware of a quacking noise behind him.
04-23-2012, 04:07 PM
Morwyn had been sitting cross-legged on the raft, stroking the uniduck absentmindedly as she watched and wondered about the foggy scenery around them. She was minding her own business, not even thinking bad thoughts about anyone, save the frogs who had attacked them earlier. It really wasn't very fair that she would be the pillow on which Mendel landed.
His weight in her lap was an unexpected and unwelcome surprise, and caused the elf to gasp at the suddenness of his appearance. To make matters worse, the gnome seemed all too happy with his landing place, and before Morwyn could recover from her shock and react, his stubby, groping fingers were reaching for her in a way that was quite obscene.
Morwyn flushed scarlet from the tips of her pointed ears to her chest in anger and embarrassment. "What are you... Stop that!" she yelped. Without even considering her actions, perhaps out of pure rage and perhaps out of desperation to not be a helpless victim yet again, Morwyn slapped the gnome across the face. Hard.
04-23-2012, 04:11 PM
Mendel came to with a stinging pain along the entire left half of his face -- even his strong gnomish bristles stung a bit! With the world coming into more focus, the dazzling gnome realized that he was no longer sitting on his fabulous cushion, but was instead standing wearily on a rocking raft. Ogling over those beautiful breasts once more, now blushed with a hint of pink, a startling thought crossed Mendel's mind, 'I recognize those titties!' Looking up at the elven girl's face for the first time, his piercing eyes scanned her features... ... ...
"Nope, doesn't ring a bell," muttered the confused Mendel. Looking about the raft, he found that he recognized a number of the breasts around him. 'No, it couldn't be...'
"Jeeper's creepers!" oathed the gnome, using the strongest curse known to him, "I'm surrounded by assholes again!"
04-23-2012, 04:22 PM
Morwyn flushed even redder at his foul language. "Oh, those are fine words for... for..." she stuttered, so angry that she could hardly speak. Morwyn pushed herself up to her feet and folded her arms over her breasts, trying to hide from Mendel's prying eyes but still look as stern as she felt. The uniduck danced about her ankles, fluffing its feathers fiercely in defense of his mistress.
"...for someone with no regard for personal space!" she finally spat, stomping her foot on the raft. "I'll thank you to watch your tongue and keep your hands to yourself!"
04-23-2012, 04:25 PM
Mendel grinned wickedly at the elf's abashedness; ever since he was a child, he had always enjoyed getting others flustered. With his hand stroking his still stinging cheek hairs, the gnome countered her words with something to help build up the heat, "What's the matter toots? Am I too much gnome for ya?" Mendel expected to get a big reaction out of that one. The gnomes eyes raced down her body, ogling the flushed appearance of her breasts that she tried so desperately to hide, when something faint registered in his mind. Whirling about, the gnome spotted the pretty face in plate, still standing on the other side of the raft. 'Wait, if that bitch is here... why has the world not gone to gold yet?'
After a moment's pause in thoughtful contemplation, Mendel's face crinkled with wrinkles as he gave a toothy grin. "Ha. Haha. Hahaha. By Hades, it's gone!" His voice was gaining a more maniacal tone as his excitement grew, "Y'hear me, you little goody two-shoes?! Hahaha. That golden haze you magicked on me is finally gone!" Still grinning from ear to ear, the gnome did a jig, causing the raft to splash about, before finally turning to face the elven maiden once more. "Girl! Listen up, and listen well, for I've never said this before, and I promise you I shan't ever utter this phrase again!" Calming himself as best he could, the gnome still had a mad gleam to his eyes, but his features were softened enough to show his sincerity. He said, in an almost damning oath, "Thank you."
Satisfied, and still giggling quietly to himself, Mendel plopped to the floor of the raft. Leaning against his heavy pack, Mendel began to nod off; his exhausting journey through the swamp finally catching up to him. Still, something was nagging at him, like something was missing. Shrugging the thought aside for the moment, the gnome just enjoyed the small victory of removing that thrice-cursed headache. Now if only he could find a way to finally get away from these fools...
04-26-2012, 03:09 AM
Sabine whirled, heart pounding when Mendel returned, the gnome landing in Morwyn's lap, much to the elf's displeasure. She stared open-mouth at his rude tongue and absurd antics, but noticed his surprised expression when he realized where he was.
"We called for you but when you didn't respond, we thought you'd been eaten by one of the frogs," she told him. "Where have you been?"
Of course, one look told her exactly where he'd been - in the swamp.
"If we can't find shelter tonight, we'll need to keep watch," Sabine said, "if we want to avoid the giant frogs and who knows what else that lurks beneath this sullen sky."
04-26-2012, 04:15 AM
As the day continues to wear on, the gloom thickens over the swamp as night slowly approaches. The sky still boils, but the storm still hasn't broken; but threatens to do so at any moment. The frogs are long gone now, and it seems that the people who feel out of the mist, are nowhere to be seen.
As the mist continues to dissipate, you notice a faint light in the distance. It is obviously being created by more than just a simple campfire, but it's exact origins remain a mystery. It is at that moment that the silence is broken.
“You appear to be in need of some assistance,” the woman, who was standing on a nearby raft, spoke with a thick accent., the likes of which you have never heard before.(the accent is eastern European, I don't know how to describe that) She had dark hair and wore a long cloak which was wrapped around her concealing any weapons she may have been carrying. Though one could clearly see the arrow poking out of cloak at the back and the bow laying on the raft
Valeria had been navigating the raft through the swamp for hours before she had decided to turn back toward the camp. She had hoped, in vain it appeared that the mists would allow her to leave this place and return to her home, She had things to do and the longer she was kept from her task, the less likely she would be able to finish it.
The mists, however, seemed to have other plans for her.
It didn't matter which way Valeria steered the raft, the mists always carried her back to within sight of the camp. She didn't understand why this was happening to her. Normally her people were left mostly alone to go about their lives. She found the whole ordeal to be proving more frustrating by the moment.
And now as she was about to turn back to the camp, she came across a group of people. Now while under any circumstance it would have been strange as any normal person wouldn't be trudging through such a dangerous place without knowing the way to safety. It was made even stranger be the fact that these were outsiders. The short one was something she had never seen before. But two of the others were clearly, Elven she thought it was, and the other seemed to have Elven features, though could have passed for human in some circles.
“Allow me to introduce myself,” she cleared her throat. “My name is Valeria Drugasz. And you all seem to be a little out of your element here. Though I must admit I'm not sure where you would fit in,” Valeria chuckled lightly.
“But you seem to be in need of shelter and a warm fire. No?” Valeria looked at the group smiling. “There is a camp close by and the people there are... friendly. Perhaps you'd care to join me and we will see if they will extend you their hospitality?”
05-02-2012, 05:53 AM
"Hello Valeria," The young half-elf priestess smiled. "My name is Sabine, and I'm a follower of Fharlanghn. I'm glad to hear there is a camp and a fire, I hope your friends will welcome us!"
"My companions and I are rather lost," Sabine sighed, "which I'm not ashamed to admit. We're not quite sure how we wound up on a raft in the middle of this swamp - I feel as though someone or something has taken us from our intended path and stuck us here - wherever here might be. Could you tell us where we are? Are we close to Castle Greyhawk?"
05-13-2012, 07:49 PM
During the raft ride through the swamp, Eccawen remained uncharacteristically quiet, as did many of those still on the raft. The gnome disappeared for awhile, and she felt a little remorseful for his abandonment of the group - but that would generally mean more gold for those that completed the quest at hand.
It was a long while before the gnome suddenly appeared, falling into the lap of the Elf with the uni-duck companion. She listened and watched, amused with the whole situation, though her skin crawled at the thought of his grubby little fingers groping anything that wasn't his own body. She pitied the embarrassed elf, but she spared a soft chuckle to herself.
There was an unusual light that came at the end of the swamp, causing the people on the raft to look up at their leisure. They were greeted by a woman, and after some dialogue between the newcomer and the elf named Sabine, a fire and a camp was offered to the lot.
What Sabine said was true. There were helplessly lost - and miserable, if she could say such a thing. She had forgotten Castle Greyhawk, having been wrapped up in the scenery and sounds of the swamp.
"Greetings, Valeria," said Eccawen, bowing her head respectfully. "I am Eccawen. Thank you for such gracious offers."
05-17-2012, 05:28 AM
"Oh yes!" Morwyn nearly shouted as she scrambled to her feet. "I think we would love to come with you!" She added her own affirmation to the Sabine's and Eccawen's.
It was a relief not only to see another face in the mists, but a friendly one who spoke of a fire and other people. Shortly before Valeria's appearance, Morwyn had began to wonder herself if there was any end to the swamp or the fog, or if perhaps the party was paddling along in circles.
The elf rubbed her hands together at the very thought of a fire. Warm and dry, just what the group needed to lift their spirits. How fortunate they were to come across the woman!
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