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 Post subject: Act 1, Scene 3: "Out of Harmony" (Game Thread)
PostPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 10:33 am 
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Darkness reigned…
Utter, impenetrable night filled the world… Mira’s ears rang with the silence. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound issued forth… She felt about in the black and found another near her… an arm strong and sure, and she knew it was Yasir… Solid, reliable, strong… As suddenly as she found him he was gone… simply gone… ripped away by the gods only knew what, and she was alone… again… The pain blossomed in her gut and she knew she had to get him back… at any price… She felt around for him, frantically in the dark. Finally her hands landed on another… much smaller, feminine… a friend. Elsa She held the young woman close, two friends lost in the dark… Cold began to seep into her bones… the cold of the grave… she knew they wouldn’t last long…

Mira opened her eyes to find the bedroom window open, cold early morning air having long since chilled the room uncomfortably. She lay next to Elsa on the halfling’s bed, cuddled up. The icy air pebbled her own bare skin and Elsa’s outside of her slip. The halfling’s eyes fluttered as she too gradually awoke…
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Pyros stood on a small circular platform made of brass. A disk, really, held up by nothingness in a sea of eternal night. Even his infravision couldn’t pierce that veil of darkness. He crouched and felt the cold metal of the platform… it rang like a bell when he struck it. Another platform, like his but thin as paper and much wider, appeared several dozen feet away. Elsa stood atop it, facing away from him. He called to her, but his voice made no sound. He went to dig out a stone to throw to get her attention, only to find that all of his pouches were gone! He waved and jumped and shouted; all to no avail. A third platform appeared to the other side, exactly like the one Elsa was on. A figure in white stood there, a little smaller than the Halfling. Willowy and beautiful and perfect… though she faced away, he knew it was her… Tendrow… Again he called out, and again was rewarded only with silence…

Suddenly his own platform vibrated violently, tearing in half like a leaf with one booted kender foot on each side. The two halves slowly but inexorably moved away from each other, inch by inch… and below there was only emptiness… He knew if he fell into that abyss he would fall forever… a forever of silence, of nothingness… nobody to hear his stories, no voice to speak them, no interesting things to investigate or people to meet! He moved to his right and Tendrow’s platform began to fall! Quickly putting his foot back on the other half of his platform her’s ceased its descent. He moved cautiously left and Elsa began to drop. Expecting it he reversed his motion and the Halfling too was safe… His own platform continued inexorably on, pulling him in both directions… trying to force him to make a choice… who to save… Tendrow was gone… wasn’t she? She couldn’t come back… or was this the afterlife? What tortures would they face if he didn’t choose? Farther and farther apart the disk split, stretching his legs wide as he strained to keep his feet. He wouldn’t be able to hold his own footing much longer… he was practically past the point of even being able to choose. Somehow inside he knew that if he fell… sacrificed himself… both their platforms would fall… His eyes closed tight and a single tear leaked out… and Pyros moved…

Sitting bolt upright, Pyros found himself in Yasir’s bed… the warrior was still in jail, and Cal lay sleeping on the other bed across the room… it was day…
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Cal watched helplessly as Pyros and Elsa danced… they were having such a good time together he could hardly feel bad for her… but he should have been the one there… he had to show her how he felt about her… Maybe one of his inventions! Yes! He could make something so interesting and intricate that she would see how intelligent he was, not like that crazy elf-child thing… what was a Kender anyway? Who had ever heard of something like that? It was ridiculous… Still, Pyros had saved her… Cal owed him for that… Pyros had saved her a couple of times, so he had heard… maybe that’s why she liked him… the kender was brave… or fearless… or insane. Probably all three… Combat wasn’t really Cal’s thing… the gnome had taken lots of precautions to avoid confrontation… it was so much easier to just escape or not get involved… Besides, Cal had Elsa too. When she dropped her mace fighting those wolves, who had brought it back to her? He had. And not by charging past the wolves like a maniac and endangering himself, he had done it the smart way. He had used magic. Much easier, much less risky… The gnome sighed as he watched the two dance… darkness settled on the room until only he and the pair dancing were illuminated… almost like a pair of bullseye lanterns aimed at the small folk, but with no obvious source… He was in a strange land, far from home, in a small town surrounded by wilderness, watching the girl he was enamored with dance with another, hunted by some deranged mutant monster cat-thing… how could things get worse?

Slowly the Gnome’s eyes opened and daylight filled his sight. He lay on his own bed in the Wayfarer, tangled in the sheets. His romantic rival sat across the room, seemingly freshly awake, on Yasir’s bed… the events of the last night came washing back to him… the warrior was still incarcerated …
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Cross waded through the night. He walked alone on a narrow road through the thick, tangled forest. This new land was interesting, but the people here were so afraid of magic. He had to leave town after the last ‘incident’. He had performed some simple tricks for a young girl, just lights and sounds and things… the girl had laughed and clapped and enjoyed it immensely. It did his elven heart good to see someone appreciate it. It wasn’t strong magic, nothing more than a few bards had done during their musical performances in Harmonia. Nothing more than Mira had done, he was sure, a dozen times in the same town… But the girl’s mother had not appreciated it… Shouting guards and pursuing locals had made up his mind, it was time to move on… Heathens. How could they not see how magic could enrich their lives? How did they not know it could protect them from what they feared most? They were blind… he felt sad for them…

Suddenly Gar began to chuckle. It was odd, he hadn’t heard his long-time companion speak in months before coming to this place. The fight in the jail had… awakened something in Gar… With a shiver Cross recalled the evil cackling as it sank into the creature’s throat… And again when it struck the massive Alpha wolf in the neck as well… Both shots had been extremely lucky… he wasn’t that good with a dagger, but he had hit them both perfectly… it was as if… as if Gar himself had guided the blow… The dagger began chuckling louder, the sound taking on a decidedly twisted bent. Cross tried to shush him, the sound might draw predators in the night… Gar laughed madly as if he could sense the Elf’s thoughts, louder than before. He shushed him again, whispering to his sole companion to please be quiet. The laughter only grew louder. Sounds, rustling and snapping of branches could be heard in the dark forest, drawing closer. You fool! Gar almost shouted at him, I WANT them to hear! Another peal of mad laughter took him. I used you to bring me to this place! I wanted you to come here so I could find the mists! Just like I used you to get away from her! The cackling became almost deafening as glowing eyes became visible in the night… dozens of them… They reminded him of the eyes that creature in the jail, only bigger… FEEDING TIIIIME! AAAHAHAAHAAAA!!!

Cross’ eyes snapped open as the harsh laughter faded away in his mind. He lay on the floor of the room he shared with Artanis, a knot forming between his shoulders from the way he had slept… it was day…
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Blood like a shining ruby dripped off of Artanis’ sword… a sword that shone like the moon itself, silver metal reflecting the pale light from the sky with such purity… His other sword glowed too… glowed with a magic power from his homeland… home world? Was he even on the same plane as he had been? It was hard to say… Yasir was somewhere out there in the night, the two had been separated during the attack, and John… John was surely dead… A special fishing spot, he had said. High in the foothills, a rocky riverbed where the trout loved to come in the spring to spawn… He had been right. There were fish by the thousands, more than the three men could have carried home in a dozen sacks… They had waited too late heading back, the catch so good… dark had come quickly in the hills… and now… The blood-caked beast before him twisted and writhed on the ground… it shifted… there was no other word for it… he was becoming far too familiar with the process… He only payed half a mind to the wretched thing, he hadn’t recognized any of the others he had dispatched… but something about the build… the shape… He looked again… There, face twisted in a rictus of hate and… was it humor? There lay the warrior… Yasir…

His own wounds burned more keenly than ever, his adrenaline pumping blood from them quicker and quicker. He quickly bandaged what he could… he knew a little about these things, but Yasir had known far more having hunted them back on Faerun regularly… each wound… each cut… they all bore a chance of infection… Sometimes a man would be cut nearly to death by them and not be affected… sometimes the smallest wound was enough… The worse you took the better the chances seemed, but it was never a sure thing… never… Closing his companion’s eyes he wondered what he would tell the bard… A crashing sound behind him broke him from the moment and he whirled about, blades ready. A pair of glowing eyes watched him from the trees… He would have to end this one quickly… his wounds were adding up. He didn’t have much time… A low growl behind him caused him to glance quickly aside… another… there would be a third soon. Almost as he thought it a crackling snapping sound broke from the opposite flank… The pack was clever… no way he could best three of them… but no way he was going down without a fight. Artanis, shadoweir of Mielikki, Ranger, Druid, native protector of the forests; raised his bloody longswords for the last time…

Slowly the half-elf’s eyes opened to the chill morning air… the Wayfarer’s rest was just as it had been the night before… Cross lay drowsily waking on the floor nearby… the events of the previous night came spilling back to him…
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Jeraldine Greystar, daughter of the late Harper Gerald Greystar, Priestess of Mystra and Undead Slayer in her own right, wept. She wept for her friends, she wept for Merrick, she wept for herself… but mostly she wept for her father. He had become the very thing that destroyed him, raised to unlife in a vicious mockery of the kind man he used to be... the whole of her life after his death had been preparing to hunt down those abominations like the one that had taken her father from her… and now her father had become one himself… Her new friends lay dead around her… all of them… the bard, the small folk, even the red-bearded ranger… torn apart… not by wolves, as she had feared they might be what seemed so long ago… but by her. Well… by her father… she had involved them. She helped them in their own quests and they had in turn tried to help her… the Vampire Gerald had slaughtered them all… They struck blow after blow against him, time and again… nothing could end him… She had done everything right! Holy water, holy wafers, holy symbols, even tried garlic and silver and a host of other things… they slowed him, for a time, but she Could. Not. End him.

She heard the old gypsy woman’s words as if in a dream… the echo reverberated in the chamber, scattering oddly like the playing light. You must seek the Crown of Souls. Only it's power can bring him peace... That had been the first time she laid eyes on the figure that had once been her loving father… the crown… it had been found, but it had quickly been taken… by it… somehow the vampire had learned of it… that was how the first one died… the cheerful elf-child… he picked it up as he did so many other things, unnoticed… he was toying with it, right when the undead tore him apart… the halfing had stood shocked, useless in battle as she watched the one she loved rent to pieces… she had been next… one by one the other fell… Her gaze drifted to the dark-haired corpse beside her… even him… Those tender, violet eyes stared sightless at the ceiling… The… thing had left him for last… Painful sobs wracked her body as she wept uncontrollably. She turned him on his side so she would not have to peer into those dead eyes… Curling up beside him she embraced him, sobbing into his chest… she would find a way to end the vampire… but for now… Jerry wept.

With a sniffle and a shake Jerry awoke, curled up closely with the subject of her attentions the night before… The slow rise and fall of Merrick’s chest told her the dream was just a dream… the tangle of limbs and warm skin confirmed his life… and in a way, her own… He breathed fitfully as if he too were facing some unseen terror of the night… The two lay warm under the covers, with the chill of late winter in the air above…

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[OOC: As I said before, I’d like to gloss over the next game day to get us to when Yasir is (hopefully) released and the party ready to head to Skald. I know there are a few things the party has scheduled for today, and there will be time the day after (Tuesday in-game) for any RP interactions you’d rather flesh-out more thoroughly. I know Jerry and Merrick have a date as well, which we can handle in the private thread or gloss over as well. My goal is to be done with this game-day before the end of the month, so there is time for some interaction. My brother in-law is getting married and I’ll be out of town for a few days the weekend of Sept 30th.]

Cal gains 1 hp from rest and is now at full health [9/9]
Elsa gains 1 hp from rest and is still Hurt
Mira gains 1 hp from rest and is now at full health [20/20]
Yasir gains 1 hp from rest and is now at full health [23/23]

Everyone except Elsa is at full health, and Mira can see the Halfling will probably get there with a single cure spell of her own.

Everone’s Harmonian Language check goes up 1% for spending half the day around people speaking the language. Mira’s goes up 2% because she is a bard.

Casters pick your spells for the day please.

It is now Monday, February 26th, 736 BC (Barovian Calendar)

Funny. The last scene IRL and IG both started on a Sunday… The same is true with this scene for Monday… I didn’t even plan that :lol:


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 Post subject: Re: Act 1, Scene 3: "Out of Harmony" (Game Thread)
PostPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 11:06 am 
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After a full body shake, Pyros will jump up and stand on the bed.

"Morning!" directed at Cal.

He will then standing long jump off the bed over to his pouches.

He will then do a fairly thorough check of his pouches, any give any food stuffs to the mice if they are still there.

He will note anything that is interesting like jewelry or weapons, and try to wear them if possible.


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 Post subject: Re: Act 1, Scene 3: "Out of Harmony" (Game Thread)
PostPosted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 11:16 am 
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[Ooc: I'm ready for you this time, Nocturno!]

magnifying glass (2" dia), piece of charcoal, map of hometown, 3' leather shoestring (Br), little white mouse, 2 marbles (one green/white one blue/purple), small beeswax candle, lady's handkerchief, brass bell (tiny), ball of paraffin wax the size of a sling-stone, steel fork (worn condition), 5' silk rope, 3' leather shoestring (Blk), tangled knot of colored string, scrap of blue silk 1" sq, deck of playing cards, small metal mirror (2x3”), 2 snake fangs (no poison), raven's feather (Lg), deck of tarot cards, rumpled writing quill, acorns (4x), manacles (hands only) w/o key in poor condition, seashells (2x), cup from the tower where he met Elsa, jewler's eye-glass (poorly made), 1 sling stone (Stripey red), empty inkpot w/o stopper, eagle feather (bent), tin whistle, 2"x5" pc of canvas, rolled up piece of paper (fine quality), blue-jay feather, ball of red string (20'), map of Haven, plain salt shaker (empty), half-full inkpot w/stopper, grease pen, 3' long strip of linen (2" wide, rolled), piece of a broken vase from Harmonic Hall, black sparkly marbles (4x), curly red wig, pair of suspenders (green canvas), lady's left slipper (blue, silk), fish tail, apple core nibbled by mice, empty clay vial, cheap costume jewelry, 3 links of iron chain (3" total), tiny 4oz hammer head, rusty spurs, black mouse, parafin candle (sm), 5 iron nails (1.5" long), fishing line 6' (strong waxed string), red grease pen, dog back tooth, walnut shell pieces chewed by mice, bar of lye soap, pumpkin seeds (4x), chunk of oak bark (2"x1"), 4" piece of brass wire, gaming darts (4: 2 red, 1 blue, 1 blk), fish-hooks (3x), 3 beads from a priest's rosary, 6-sided bone dice (2x), piece of cheap parchment, piece of flint rock, blue chalk (1 pc), flask of oil, bloody blue and white robes, brown breeches (human sized), grappling hook, spell components pouches (2x, different stuff), small lump of coal, light crossbow bolt, dead worm, hermit crab shell, rusty spurs, pretty sling bullet, belaying pin, another piece of charcoal, tin signet ring (fox head), small gardening spade, map of area (Harmonia to Skald and a little more), cup (cracked, doesn’t match saucer), woven leather bracelet, tiny lock with cut clasp), green sealing wax (1/2 lb), lead sling bullet, unidentified bottle w/funky liquid, whetstone.

Cal watches the Kender dump/drag out all of his little trinkets... it is quite a mess but there seem to be several useful items there... things an inventor like himself could surely use in a pinch... his eyes stop as they pan over a particular object... that was his grappling hook in the floor!


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Cal groans. "I hate mornings." He rolls out of bed, changes, then steps toward the door. He pauses and turns back. "Hey! That's mine!" Cal exclaims. He grabs his grappling hook off the floor. "How did you get this?"

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Occ: im good with moving ahead cross has nothing to do here and is ready to go

cross sat up against the wall and pulled out gar looking at it intently and realized something. he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he had never thought of it "why have i never researched you gar." he said out loud to the dagger "iv looked into almost all things magical a least a little but you never even thought to look into who or what you are..." and then he slowly sheathed the weapon thinking he thought of gar as a weapon now when he never had before

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Gar's yellow eye stares unblinkingly back at cross as if seeing into his soul... the elf can almost hear the mad laughter anew in his troubled mind...


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"You sound like the big folk, mine, yours... "

He will continue to sort through the collection.

Pouch for Mouse House:
little white mouse
black mouse
acorns (4x)
fish tail
apple core nibbled by mice
walnut shell pieces chewed by mice
pumpkin seeds (4x)

He will move these to the sling bullets pouch:
2 marbles (one green/white one blue/purple)
ball of paraffin wax the size of a sling-stone
sling stone (Stripey red)
black sparkly marbles (4x)
pretty sling bullet
lead sling bullet
3 beads from a priest's rosary

He will toss the breeches on the bed, remembering they were from Yasir, the robes he will bring to Elsa... again.
He will put on the red wig, the suspenders, woven bracelet, and signet ring.
He will also bring out the unidentified bottle w/funky liquid, and the spell component bags to the group at the table at breakfast.

The rest will get randomly packed up.

Looking forward to another day of exploring, and maybe picking up his armour.

[OoC: Feel free to gloss over the day with some adventuring for Pyros]


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[Ooc: crap, I meant to take the robes and breeches out. That's my bad, ignore those. Anything put into thr sling belt pouch affects your weight again, just so you know]

Cal claims his grappling hook and packs it away why Pyros re-arranges his loot


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Miras eye open slowly as she adjusts to her surroundings, the bed.. Who moved the bed? Moving her arm she felt the soft yet well toned skin of the halfing through her shift.

"Morning." She coughs sheepishly, "I could try to explain this... But I don't have a clue. I went to sleep.. The nightmares.. I sought safety, and you.. I feel safe with you. I hope... This isn't too embarrassing." Moving away she covers her chest with her arm, blushing slightly.

"I'm scared, really scared.. I was hoping you were awake when I came up, I wanted to talk.. Oh Elsa why do I miss him? I'm like a little girl and I hate it. I've been alone before, yet last night I didnt want to be. I suppose my mind knew that." She stays on the bed, keeping her distance.

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Cal puts away the grappling hook. When he sees the mice, he laughs. "I have a little rodent friend too!" He pulls out McWhiskers, feeding him a bit of food.

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"Now that our friends are fed we should head for breakfast!"


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Elsa and Mira: The girls' room
Mmmf? Hmm? Elsa woke slowly, scrubbing her eyes with the back of one hand. What are you talking about, why is it so cold? she murmured, finally coming to. Oh, that. Don't worry about it, when my cousins Jenna and Rae used to visit we'd sleep in the same... her voice cuts off as she turns to see the bards current state of undress. She averts her gaze, blushing a bit and continues; albeit a little less casually. No, it’s fine. I… uh… why is it so cold in here? The cleric looks around, avoiding the bard’s form, and notices the window. Oh! How did that happen? Moving to the window, Elsa closes it and quickly dons her spare robes. As soon as the Halfling leaves the bed, the cold air rushes in to take her place and Mira shivers; skin tightening up uncomfortably in the chill morning. Elsa picks a spot nearby to pray for her morning spells.


Cal and Pyros: Small Folk room
Cal’s familiar and the two mice sniff each other, wiry whiskers twitching back and forth. They seem to come to some understanding and the small folk feed the smaller pets.

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Cal has a couple of spells to memorize for the day. Last night he cast Sleep and Phantasmal Force. Spyguy, did you want to pick up the same spells today or change things up? Jen, Elsa’s prayers will take a little while but Mira has her own spells to memorize as well if she wants to do that now.]


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Perhaps she should dress first. And will do

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Artanis awakens with a start and instinctively jumps up to grab his weapons. It is then he sheepishly realizes he's in his room and Cross is in here with him. "Good morning, Master Cross. The dreams one has while in this land are...intense. I try not to read into them other than to be prepared. You look as if you were wrestling a bear last night. You and your weapon served us well in the fight - good job my friend."

The Ranger will finish making his morning preparations - which are not many - and make his way for breakfast. Wearing his new hat of course.

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cross looks at the blade on his hip again "yes it did...to tell you the truth i'm not that good with it as a weapon but some of my throws last night were uncannily accurate to a degree that i'm not sire how they happened and iv sensed a change in the blade. that has me worried i think this place is effecting more that just our dreams and i'm not sure its a good thing" he stood up and stretched "but time for worrying is best done after a good meal" and he inclines his hand to the door

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