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Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

BowenMarsh said Lucretia encounters a bald man reclining upon the kick plate of a trade wagon. Lean and ugly, he doesn't wear a linen mask, and chews a fat wad of tobacco in the side of his mouth. He hired some adventurers from Red Larch, led them to some ruin by the Dessarin river, and had them eaten alive by goblins and skeletons. His hands were bloody, and in his sack he had the valuables of those he deceived. He somehow escaped burning at the stake, and the City Watch caught him when he came to town yesterday. He spits. I say good riddance. He speaks nothing but madness-- must be possessed by some demon. Click to expand... Dessarin river, you said? that named caught Lucretia's attention, and her ears would have perked up if they weren't already perky pointy elvish ears. Well, as it so happens, I'm something of an expert on demonic possession. now while Lucretia does dress more like someone in the oldest profession in the world than anyone who would have knowledge on demonic matters, her statement wasn't entirely false from what she could learn on her own, her relationship with Stormbringer wasn't unlike that of a pact forged between fiend and man. What madness had this demon-possessed soul speak of?
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

Roland placed the coins on the counter, taking the mug and key as he gave the landlord a small smile. Thank you, but I should be fine for the moment. He paused for a moment as she mentioned the Drow sitting in the corner. The knight sent a look her way, vaguely wondering for a moment why one of the dark elves was so far from their home in the Underdark, before shaking his head. No need to apologize, if she doesn't start any trouble then she'll have no quarrel with me. He turned slightly to find a halfling climbing up onto the stool next to his, and his widened slightly at the size of her breasts, especially given the size of her frame. Well met traveler, he said, raising his mug slightly in acknowledgement of her, It seems that we'll be neighbors for the night. Roland Corentus is my name, pleased to meet you. As he introduced himself Roland overheard the drow speaking to their landlady, uttering a phrase in Elvish between her words in Common. He snorted into he ale as she spoke about her 'information'. Not sure who told you all that, he said as he looked over to the drow, But no, there's very little raiding, and even less cannibalism up here. At least in these lands anyway.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

She smiled at him. Oh, I was fairly sure that those that wandered into the world below for several generations only represented a single culture out of a widely diverse species. Assumptions of universal hegemony are a fairly foolish thing to assume, as from what my elder sister, who is much more traveled then myself, the only more varied race then ours are humans and demons. She chuckles then, shaking her head, and there is a smile as she looks at the landlady. I had never received personal validation before my trip to the surface however. And then, she sighs, looking disappointed. It is a shame to find that the childhood tales of pale barbarians clad only in sandals in loincloths, looking like they had been baked clay, burnished to the shine of bone and silver from the sweat wrung out by the whip like lashes of the ever-raging sun are a lie though.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

BowenMarsh said The landlord of the Stag-Horned Flagon is serving a tall regal human male in polished chain mail at the bar next to you, and over in the other corner is a mysterious dark elf who sips wine and watches over events with keen green eyes. With a smile the matron serves you a tall glass of fresh well water free of charge, and hands you a brass key from a hook on the wall. Yer in luck, girlie. Got one more left. It's yours for five silvers. You'll be right next door to this handsome fella here! Click to expand... pods6827 said He turned slightly to find a halfling climbing up onto the stool next to his, and his eyes widened slightly at the size of her breasts, especially given the size of her frame. Well met traveler, he said, raising his mug slightly in acknowledgement of her, It seems that we'll be neighbors for the night. Roland Corentus is my name, pleased to meet you. Click to expand... Taking the key and drinking the glass of fresh water, she takes out a single gold coin and continues to smile. I wouldn't mind a good meal as well, if you don't mind. Feel free to keep the rest as change. After the tall human had greeted Callie with a nod of acknowledgement and a toast, she turned to him and did the same with her glass before drinking it again. The pleasure's all mine. They call me Lucky Callie. Well, they call me other things too based on my looks mostly, but this is what I'm most used to. The halfling then looked around at the room and took a bit of attention on the drow that was around as well. She had thought the elves were a fair-skinned kind since those are all the elves she met, it turns out even some can get tanned with enough sunlight. Though she heard bits of her conversation and Callie had heard her say something that she was living in caves or something along those lines, so it's strange how they have such skin living in the darkness. Then again, what does she knows about elves? In any case, she was a bit tired from continuous walking to this town and walking throughout the town and so she just sits around and look around at the situation to see what enfolds.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

RPG-Girl said She raises an eyebrow at the mention of the transformation and gelding of a former lover, even as she listens in to the comments about her, before she speaks, her voice amused and not betraying any of the sarcasm she would be feeling. I must admit, I had not thought to encounter a powerful wielder of the art among the humans. I had assumed that your kind were blind savages, barely eking a living through raiding and cannibalism in some of the danker tunnels and crevasses. She chuckles, and there is amusement in it, as well as interest. It would appear alas, that the information I possessed requires considerable revision. She sighs, looking somewhat put out, though at the same time, excited. But where there is life, there is the chance to learn and expand on what one knows. But then, as the lady Waukeen teaches, Saesi air vyror ail eir sol, sher shor cyrdaedi tystaer ei kaeraes vyrorol ail si shasol. She switched over to Elven at the drop of the hat, though she did lean forward a bit. So, I am curious, is there a local custom involving rats? See more Elvish to common translation There is profit in all things, but with knowledge comes a greater position in the bargians. Persuasion roll 21 Click to expand... The tavern's matron is not a true magic caster, but you sense a degree of innate magic about her. She grins at your compliment on her magical aptitude, then waves her hand. Ah, you misunderstand. That's just a statue, and I've never married. Not really a magic user, either, but I have a strange ability. Aye, it's been many years since I used it. Let's see. She closes her eyes, concentrates, and suddenly shifts into a mirror image of yourself, clothing included, before suddenly slipping back into her old self. Hell, that takes some effort, but it was a useful carnival trick back in the old days. That's long behind me, though. Now, you inquired about goings on? The matron clears her throat and leans against the counter. Less than a week ago plague hit the town of Red Larch, which is two-and-a-half days north o' here on the Long Road. Half the local population came sick from that black disease spread by vile rats, and many of their young and old have already died. That happened when a stranger came to town, some monk by the name of Crow Eye. That's the man you see out there in the cage. She points out the window. Don't know what he was like 'fore he set food in Amphail, but the teamsters tell me he could speak perfect common, and was kind to strangers. That wretch out there, though, speaks nothin' but gibberish, stinks to high hell, and seems to be followed by rats everywhere he goes. We wised up to this nonsense, though, and have been killin' every one a' them rodents we can get our hands on. The three families that run our village have the resources to sick terriers and hawks after them, and we're keeping our hands and noses clean and staying in doors, just in case. Killed 200 of the bastards already, but somethin' tells me there'll be more unless that mad bastard gets goin' to Waterdeep. Heaven help the people that live there-- they already have plenty o' rats in that cesspit.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

BadAnime said Dessarin river, you said? that named caught Lucretia's attention, and her ears would have perked up if they weren't already perky pointy elvish ears. Well, as it so happens, I'm something of an expert on demonic possession. now while Lucretia does dress more like someone in the oldest profession in the world than anyone who would have knowledge on demonic matters, her statement wasn't entirely false from what she could learn on her own, her relationship with Stormbringer wasn't unlike that of a pact forged between fiend and man. What madness had this demon-possessed soul speak of? Click to expand... The teamster shrugs. Can't say. Ain't a priest, nor an expert on the occult. Guards won't let anyone near 'em, but you can throw rocks and rotten produce at 'em if it'll make ya feel better. I mean, a strange man comes into town, lookin' like he's been on the road for a month, with a wild, hungry look in his eyes, spouting gibberish and waving his arms around like a nutter? Well, what else would you expect? Course, he might be just plane crazy, but what on earth would drive a man mad like that? See more Stormbringer almost vibrates with excitement. His gravely voice calls out to your mind, he's touched by evil, yes. But he's a good man, that monk. Get closer, and maybe I can divine his ailment. If the guards won't let you near, just offer to suck their cocks, or maybe you'll get away with just flashing your tits.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

BowenMarsh said BadAnime said Dessarin river, you said? that named caught Lucretia's attention, and her ears would have perked up if they weren't already perky pointy elvish ears. Well, as it so happens, I'm something of an expert on demonic possession. now while Lucretia does dress more like someone in the oldest profession in the world than anyone who would have knowledge on demonic matters, her statement wasn't entirely false from what she could learn on her own, her relationship with Stormbringer wasn't unlike that of a pact forged between fiend and man. What madness had this demon-possessed soul speak of? Click to expand... The teamster shrugs. Can't say. Ain't a priest, nor an expert on the occult. Guards won't let anyone near 'em, but you can throw rocks and rotten produce at 'em if it'll make ya feel better. I mean, a strange man comes into town, lookin' like he's been on the road for a month, with a wild, hungry look in his eyes, spouting gibberish and waving his arms around like a nutter? Well, what else would you expect? Course, he might be just plane crazy, but what on earth would drive a man mad like that? See more Stormbringer almost vibrates with excitement. His gravely voice calls out to your mind, he's touched by evil, yes. But he's a good man, that monk. Get closer, and maybe I can divine his ailment. If the guards won't let you near, just offer to suck their cocks, or maybe you'll get away with just flashing your tits. Click to expand... I see. Thank you, sir. Lucretia thanked the bald man with a smile before she quietly sighed at Stormbringer's comment. Alright, alright. she whispered to the blade as she began to make her way toward the man in iron cage. While she'd prefer to not suck anyone's cock in broad day light, if the monk is truly a good man who's unfortunately touched by evil, then Lucretia felt that she should at least try and help him. For now, she kept Stormbringer in his sheath and her tits in her top, but she's ready to reveal either to get past the guards.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

She pauses, and her lips come together, as the sorceress thinks over the information. She would have filed the matrons innate ability as something interesting, but not a priority, unless she could figure out a way to replicate it, or gain it for herself, though if that was actual shapeshifting, instead of an illusion? That could raise the value in a great degree, particularly if it was not limited to just the person in front of her. And so, she would adopt an expression of interest, before she speaks. I can assume the standard tests for possession or curses have been applied? Her tone was interested, curious, but also detached and almost more professional then anything else. Or even just magic being laid on him? I speak only of course, to try and reconcile the two pictures shown of the man, and the events surrounding him. I wonder... She would be tapping her right index finger on her chin.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

quote I see. Thank you, sir. Lucretia thanked the bald man with a smile before she quietly sighed at Stormbringer's comment. Alright, alright. she whispered to the blade as she began to make her way toward the man in iron cage. While she'd prefer to not suck anyone's cock in broad day light, if the monk is truly a good man who's unfortunately touched by evil, then Lucretia felt that she should at least try and help him. For now, she kept Stormbringer in his sheath and her tits in her top, but she's ready to reveal either to get past the guards. quote These guards aren't used to seeing a young woman as beautiful as yourself in such revealing garb. They wear the rusty mail and ragged tabards of veteran guardsmen, leaning on their spears with their shields slung over their shoulders. Their eyes focus on you as smiles creep upon their faces, and one of them even whistles as you approach. Up from the gantry one of them calls out, good evenin', miss. Came to gawk at the prisoner, have you? His partner chuckles and scratches his neck. Crow Eye, though, comes to life and starts swinging the cage as he rattles the bars with his hands, his cracked lips rasping out indecipherable words. His one good eye is wild and desperate, but the other is only a black void. This man looks every bit the wretch, especially with the swarm of flies that hover around his head.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

RPG-Girl said She pauses, and her lips come together, as the sorceress thinks over the information. She would have filed the matrons innate ability as something interesting, but not a priority, unless she could figure out a way to replicate it, or gain it for herself, though if that was actual shapeshifting, instead of an illusion? That could raise the value in a great degree, particularly if it was not limited to just the person in front of her. And so, she would adopt an expression of interest, before she speaks. I can assume the standard tests for possession or curses have been applied? Her tone was interested, curious, but also detached and almost more professional then anything else. Or even just magic being laid on him? I speak only of course, to try and reconcile the two pictures shown of the man, and the events surrounding him. I wonder... She would be tapping her right index finger on her chin. Click to expand... Arleosa Starhenge looks uncomfortable. Erm, well, we don't exactly have a cleric here in town, and the landowners haven't seen fit to hire one from Waterdeep. So, no, we haven't done such tests or cast any such spells. She pours herself a shot of bourbon and downs it, grimacing. If you happen to have any divine insight, or know anyone who does, you'd need to speak to the Lord Warder about any such application on the convicted. Personally, I don't think what's happened to the man to be fair, but you can't deny the constabulary's desire to avoid a repeat of what happened northward. Plague is a dirty business, and we've done good so far to stay afloat of such tragedy.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

RPG-Girl said She pauses, and her lips come together, as the sorceress thinks over the information. She would have filed the matrons innate ability as something interesting, but not a priority, unless she could figure out a way to replicate it, or gain it for herself, though if that was actual shapeshifting, instead of an illusion? That could raise the value in a great degree, particularly if it was not limited to just the person in front of her. And so, she would adopt an expression of interest, before she speaks. I can assume the standard tests for possession or curses have been applied? Her tone was interested, curious, but also detached and almost more professional then anything else. Or even just magic being laid on him? I speak only of course, to try and reconcile the two pictures shown of the man, and the events surrounding him. I wonder... She would be tapping her right index finger on her chin. Click to expand... As the voluptuous halfling just kept quiet and hearing the dark-skinned elf and the matron talk, the story of the monk turning from a good-hearted man to a crazed individual had interested her and she felt bad for what had happened. Now, she wants to help the man as she possibly could, and teaming up with sme people here along with that girl who was talking with the guy would help a lot. And with that, she approaches the pointy-eared woman with a greeting and a smile on her face. It's nice to meet you, elf lass. I heard you talking with the matron and I wanted to say that there is a woman right now that's hanging around in the square where the man is on my way here. Just to give you what information I have on me.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

If the man's madness is the result of a disease or poison, Roland mused as he held his mug, Then I might be able to cure him. I have a minor talent for healing, and if nothing else then even if I failed it would help to narrow down what happened to him. The paladin hoped that he would be able to help the man, not wanting to wish the kind of madness the tavern's matron had described on even his worst enemy. If he could spare this man even a little pain through his actions then it would be worth it in his eyes.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

BowenMarsh said These guards aren't used to seeing a young woman as beautiful as yourself in such revealing garb. They wear the rusty mail and ragged tabards of veteran guardsmen, leaning on their spears with their shields slung over their shoulders. Their eyes focus on you as smiles creep upon their faces, and one of them even whistles as you approach. Up from the gantry one of them calls out, good evenin', miss. Came to gawk at the prisoner, have you? His partner chuckles and scratches his neck. Crow Eye, though, comes to life and starts swinging the cage as he rattles the bars with his hands, his cracked lips rasping out indecipherable words. His one good eye is wild and desperate, but the other is only a black void. This man looks every bit the wretch, especially with the swarm of flies that hover around his head. Click to expand... Good evening, gentlemen. Lucretia nodded and smiled pleasantly at the guards, silently glad that she didn't have to undress or do anything else to put their guard down. So, what can you tell? she whispered as she gave Stormbringer a nudge in his sheath he said he would be able to judge the man's alignment, after all, and right now that might be the best info they could possibly get, seeing as how Crow Eye's words really weren't making much sense.
Thread: D&D 5e : Lost Lords of the Dessarin

She nods as the paladin speaks, before adding her own words. I have heard of tortures that can shatter and warp the mind, and if enough time has passed it is entirely possible to condition someone to the point where they feel pain at the thought of speaking a language. She would nod however. I know, in theory, how to check for some of the signs of possession, a rival of my house was rather fond of that sort of tactic, but I was never taught the rites by which to expel them. She would sigh, and look to the matron. As you are the owner of a prominent business, I would assume that you have some say in local affairs? Would it be enough to allow us to check for some signs that we are able to, if we agree to place ourselves in quarantine for some time afterwards, as a preventative measure against disease? She would nod at the halfling, and would continue her speech. As it is, there is little in the way of downsides for all involved. If he is the perpetrator and deceiver, then nothing needs change, and there is confirmation. If he is as much as victim as the village, used by some other power? Then he would be the best lead to identifying the threat to yourself and taking measures to protect your lives and home.... and prevent another from being used in his place.
Thread: The Game [ Bear & BlackWingAngel ]

The year was 2021 and as war threatened in reality, a game was released to the public that was a new obsession among those that wanted an escape. It was the newest in technology and the most advanced of its kind, considering that virtual reality had up until that point been a large headset that permitted the person to see the world around them. This game was one that went a step beyond and involved all of the senses. You didn't just interact with the world of the game - you were a part of it. It had taken hold in the gaming community like a virus and spread like wildfire through the masses. Within a week of it being launched it was making the news and was rated as the most purchased game of the year. The world was constantly expanding and even with the glitches and the problems that the game had, it was found to have one major flaw -- it was the escape that everyone needed. As people feared the inevitable war that loomed like a shadow over everyone's bodies, they needed to think of something else - anything else - beside the fear that was rising in their throats. OF all the people that would have been needing an escape, none needed it more than Addison. Her parents had taken to the bottle again as her father's mental health declined and her mother raged a not-so-quiet war against the man and his nature of overindulgence. What little money she had was poured into her online life, and she'd saved for weeks to be able to afford the gaming system that was needed to play the game. But here she was, plugging herself into the game as she sat in her room - possibly the only one that was still clean in the house - and closed her eyes. As the sound of the game booting up played into her ears, she felt a cold chill that pressed down her spine, her body going limp into her bead as her mind drifted off away into the game. When her eyes opened, she wasn't sitting on her bed anymore in her flannel shirt and cut-off shorts. Her body was leaner now and covered in armor, hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that fit inside of her helmet. The world around her was a loading screen, a bright green circle that read Please Wait - Loading Team. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she turned her attention instead towards the rack of guns that lined the wall. She grasped a semi-automatic, enjoying the heft that was in her hands and her smile was slow to her lips as a soft blue light started to appear in the shape of a man. The words over the head of her new partner for the two player world told her all that she needed to know Loading Player Two