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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 9, 2015 9:23:43 GMT -5
Keestake leads you all down back trails and across rough terrain; he explains that he doesn’t want to be recaptured by the orcs or the goblins. Eventually the you arrive at the hillside below the temple and see it silhouetted against the dimming sky. The first indication that it’s almost nighttime. When you get within a hundred yards of the temple, you see the unimpressive sight of the Building. It was a beautiful temple in its day. Two stories in height, crafted from well-fitted planks of dark hardwoods brought from the mainland. The windows were spacious and cheerful, closed against the wind with brightly-painted shutters; a gate of well crafted wrought iron once stood before the large front door, and a trellis for well tended ivy once leaned against the right half of the front face of the temple. Today, after 60 years of neglect, the temple is a wreck. The expensive wood is old and pitted, cracked and decayed. The windows are still spacious, but most of the shutters are gone; the few that remain bang open and closed in the wind, or hang crookedly from a single hinge. The wrought iron gate is as intricate as ever, but rusted over, rusted clear through in places. The ivy once planted as decoration now covers the entire right side of the front wall, and continues around the whole right side of the temple. It’s a spectacle of gloom and disrepair. There are, however, no lights within, no sign of habitation, and the walls may be sound enough to keep out the worst of the weather. Keestake leads you clear up to the gate at the entrance, pulls it open a little.It makes a squeak, alarming but really not too loud,and steps through the still working doors of heavy oak into the temple itself. (You enter at P, 21)  |
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 9, 2015 9:47:01 GMT -5
"Is there any safe place to set up a fire," is the first question she asks then:" is there any form of bedding left that is salvagable in this place?" There were a millon other and in her left hand she kept one of those daggers. As the old man had lead them, unease settled in about him. A healthy amount of parania never hurt anyone. A great amount of parania about their teifling companion never hurt anyone either.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 8:50:39 GMT -5
Finally, we're out of that weather. I look around to get my bearings. Can't get comfortable yet. Have to make to make sure none of those vile creatures are lurking here and fire would only attract unwanted attention. I grip my club a little tighter. I talk softly to the rest of the party.
"I think we've traveled far enough not to know each other's names. My name is Levius Varin."
My smile fades.
"A fire might be a bad idea if there are orcs and goblins still on this island. If we could find a secluded room, however, with a opening in the roof that way the light will be blocked off and the smoke won't suffocate us. Also this place is still unsecure and before we get comfortable we still need to ensure there is no one else here. I think its best if we stick together, but I'll leave that decision to a party vote."
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 15, 2015 10:09:43 GMT -5
Looking around the room Iados declares, "He is right. We must secure the building and brace the doors first lest we end up back in irons or worse. Lets light some torches for our sun-blinded fellows and make sure we have no other guests at our little inn." Looking each in the eye in turn, Iados all but dares them to contradict him.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 15, 2015 10:29:26 GMT -5
Looking around the small room you see this room once had plastered walls painted with frescoes of the goddess, her symbols and her deeds. The paint and plaster have badly flaked over the years. There is no furniture in the room, only wind-blown rubbish. There are two sets of double doors in the room, one leading outside and the other, further into the temple. You hear Melisana say “I feel so safe here.”
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 15, 2015 19:01:49 GMT -5
Speaking over his shoulder Iados growled, "That may be, little girl, but do not be so easily deceived. Many dangers may lurk in the dark for the unwary, even in what was once sacred ground." Turning his attention back to the door, Iados looked it over carefully to determine if it could be opened, and if it was safe to do so.
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 15, 2015 21:29:23 GMT -5
"Well if we're going off," Paela said, holding out three of the four daggers she's taken previously, "we may as well be prepared and armed."
Gaius takes one of the dagger, eyes shifting between Iados and Levius. "Stay close to me," he tells the young human girl looking to her, "our companion is right, danger is everywhere, even in a temple."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 5:48:06 GMT -5
I take one of the daggers from the Halfling. My voice remains close to a whisper.
"Thank you. Once we're done clearing this place we may finally rest. With a proper guard schedule of course."
I smile at my party with the last sentence. I place the club against the wall, having no way to store it with the current clothes I'm wearing, and look over the door.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 16, 2015 14:10:58 GMT -5
Levius opens the door.
“This,” Keestake announces, “is the hall of the Goddess.” It is utterly black, but the echoes of his speech convince you that it’s quite large. The floor, you can feel, is tiled; there are pieces of wood, which feel like broken furniture, all over the floor. (map location p,18)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 6:53:22 GMT -5
After hearing Keestake's booming voice I stop. I allow my Darkvision to adapt to the darkness and listen for running orc or goblin footsteps heading our way.
Perception: G3BpcP3wd20+1
I then look to Keestake.
In a hushed voice I say,
"Keestake. It's truly a wonder this place still stands, but please keep your voice down. We don't need to let anyone or anything know we're here. We must ensure this place is safe before getting comfortable."
I smile in the darkness at him.
"I would truly love a tour of this place tomorrow though."
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 17, 2015 9:05:57 GMT -5
Keestake says to Levius “ This is the Hall of the Goddess, I assure you it is perfectly safe.” He begins to gather up scraps of wood and arrange it as to build a fire “There are no windows to show the light of a fire and the room is big enough that we will not choke from the smoke. and I for one could use warming up!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 9:12:24 GMT -5
I sigh and accept the fact this will be our resting place. Instead of gathering wood for a fire I begin searching for ways to bar the doors of this great hall to provide some sort of security in case any orcs or goblins wish to invite themselves to our little camp.
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on Apr 17, 2015 17:05:32 GMT -5
Shaking his head at the carelessness of some of his newfound "companions", Iados toys idly with one of the daggers taken from the orcs. Using the point to clean out from under his dark, pointed nails, he leans against a nearby piller and watches his party work for awhile before speaking up and addressing the old man, "Where was the library in this Temple? Was there a Wizard or Sorcerer who worked alongside these clerics?"
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on Apr 17, 2015 21:27:05 GMT -5
Gaius helps the old man build a fire and when they get it to start he does his best to tend to wounds of the older man. "We need a good water source," he says, "a safe shelter is good but dying of dehydration and starvation is not so good. I'd much rather end on a sword edge than suffer through a slow death."
Medicine: KLw3nPhJ1d20+5
Paela joins in scouting the room. "You said this was a temple," she asks curiously, "was there any area for the priests, or idols? Perhaps that is a better resting place for us?"
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on Apr 18, 2015 18:01:37 GMT -5
As the fire lights up the room you see that this chamber is very large, and two stories in height. There is broken furniture all over the tiled floors.it looks like the remains of chairs, tables, and perhaps low couches. Most of the wood looks aged, but you can see that the breaks are all fresh. Everything has been smashed recently. On the east wall, in the middle, is a set of double doors, closed. On the south wall is the set of double doors by which you entered the chamber. On the north wall, at the east corner, is a very small and inconspicuous door. All the doors in the chamber are still hanging on their hinges. The west wall is actually a flight of three shallow steps leading up to a line of pillars. Between the pillars, you can see that cloths or tapestries, now ratty and sagging, have been hung, blocking off your view of the chamber beyond. The walls of the hall of the goddess were once plastered smooth and painted with frescoes of the goddess in all her aspects. Now the paint is curling, the plaster is broken and peeling, and there are large cracks in the plaster.probably from the foundation of the temple settling over the years. Additionally, someone has taken a club to the walls here and there, evidenced by deep gouges and tears in the plaster, and places on the wall have been smeared with filth.
Keestake says “The damage to the room, the smashed furniture, the damaged and befouled walls, all took place when the orcs investigated the temple, looking for treasure. Enraged because they found no gold, they destroyed all the furnishings and much of the painting, defiling the decoration; they would have done more, but the sudden arrival of the violent storm made them break off their vandalism and flee. There are servants quarters up stairs but they are in the same disarray as this chamber I’m afraid.”
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