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A tale of tales: When legends are born.

The Palace of White Jade - the Vaults

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22/09/2015, 15:54
Dungeon master

The stairs descend into the darkness...

A dim light brights at the end of them, a light that opens to a wide chamber as soon as you reach the bottom. Contrary to the rest of the luxurious palace, the open space seems somehow stark. It is just a huge chamber regularly filled with columns.

At its nearest end, the one from which you just have emerged, a total of three staircases open to the pillar chamber.

To your surprise, some of your companions emerge from on of these at the same time as you do.

The squads are reunited at least.

At its far end however, only deep darkness can be seen. Is that so, that it would seem this chamber has no end, that this vault is endless...

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25/09/2015, 15:19
Erard

As soon as his tired eyes fall on her sister, Erard burst towards where she is still being carried away by Grimmel and Elara. Shrugging at the old warrior's sudden reaction, Baster follows some feet behind.

- What happened?! - roars the oldest brother.

In his right hand, his knuckles become white as he strengthens his grip over his gruesome war axe.

From the numerous group that follows, the middle brother steps over and speaks up to catch up with his elder about the recent events in the greenhouse.

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25/09/2015, 15:25
Hamond

- We found her laying on the ground, unconscious, in the greenhouse upstairs. - he pauses and lowers his gaze.

- It is not what it used to be... - he mumbles - Where the beautiful flowers from Father once flourished now... now only weeds grow, nourished by a poisonous gas... - he gaze up to face his brother again

- We were assaulted by a fungal abomination, and spiders filled the entire place. - he stops for a second and looks at his step sister.

- She ventured alone in there, stepping ahead from the group. So pick your choice as to which of those got her first. -

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25/09/2015, 15:30
Eril

Blinking heavily but consciously, Eril turns to face her step brothers. She shows a sweet smile on her tired face.

- I am still here, remember? And fully awake mind you, so don't dare speaking of me as if I was already gone. -

Her two brothers turn to look at her at once, deep concern drawn on their eyes. She regards them with now an even sweeter and brighter smile. After a moment of silence, both men chuckle in relieve seeing their sister is back to normal. Or at least, her attitude is, since she still can barely stay on her feet by her own.

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25/09/2015, 16:24
Elaria

I smiled when I saw the rest of the group was safe and had made it so far. When the broder of the half-elf came so concerned about her, I looked at the scene with nostalgia. I never had brothers or sisters, but I had seen the same concerns between my parents all my childhood.

- You can take over, if you want. - I sort of joked with the brothers while lifting her body slightly, offering them to carry their beloved sister.

Only a few instants afterwards I noticed something odd and pressed my lips.

- What happened to Ilesys? Is she okay?*

Notas de juego

*based on the comment from our mighty DM.

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25/09/2015, 18:27
Baster

Baster scoffed at the display of the brothers and their sister. That wasn’t the sibling rivalry she was used to. She had six brothers, each of them boys and every one of them her elder, and life was a constant state of warfare of wit and brawn. She was lucky she grew up so well, and was able to punch the lights out of any of them by the time she was ten. All of them at once, and even father, when she was fourteen.

Everyone was there already. The deed had to be near, and so the end of that job. She could only hope the monsters she was promised were between them and their prize. Little soldiers, magelings and even orcs weren’t enough to satisfy her mounting lust for battle. Especially not after that trap had killed the poor girl.

When the redhead asked for Ilesys, Baster shook her head.

She didn’t make it, she stated bluntly.

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28/09/2015, 15:32
Erard

The oldest brother offers to carry Eril himself without hesitation after Elaria's offering. He grabs the young girl without apparent effort and with the need of no one else.

Nodding slowly at Baster's update upon Ilesys fate, he decides there is no need to say more.

Glancing at his sister, he offers her a big wide smile before heading up again and focusing his eyes on the darkness ahead.

- We should move on - He says dryly

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28/09/2015, 16:08
Elaria

"She didn't make it."

I didn't know her, but we were a team, and the loss of anyone was important. I would make sure to pray for her to find her way on the afterlife. The Gods should accept her, she was a brave warrior.

I nodded to the words of the oldest brother. We had things to do. Mourning could wait.

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28/09/2015, 16:20
Dungeon master

Without further discussion, the groups starts moving towards the unreachable darkness of the inner vault. The mid brother, Hamond, leads the way, followed by Baster and Elaria, weapons ready. Behind them, Grimmel leads a scared Sionnain by the hand. Their eyes picking the dark shadows that slowly engulf the entire party. Kholer walks a step behind them. The fingers of his hands flickering with anticipation, a spell ready on his leaps. The group is closed by Erard, who is still carrying Eril alone. The girl is fully awake now, but the stubborn elder brother seems reluctant to let her go on her feet.

Several columns are walked by. The darkness become more and more asphyxiating after each step forward. Or should it be inwards? You couldn't tell, but you all have the strange feeling that rather than just advancing towards the center of the room you are descending into... something.

After some more... or are they many more? You couldn't tell... columns are passed by, a thick white fog starts to be felt coming from the ground. At first, you feel it like just a slight increase in humidity on your legs. After some more careful steps into the void, it becomes so dense that id sums up to the engulfing chocking sensation. Even more disturbing, after a while you can swear you are capable now of seeing the fog, not just feeling it. Something utterly impossible since the darkness is now almost absolute but by a dim beam of light at your back were the landing area from the stairs lays... but still, it is undeniable that you can now see the fog embracing you all...

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29/09/2015, 16:36
Dungeon master

And then, suddenly, you are alone.

Surrounded by darkness and bathed by mist and haze, everywhere you look is emptiness filled impossible and unreal white fog. No sign of your companions. No sound of their footsteps. Nothing.

Is like, all the sudden, without further notice or even an indication for the change, the world has transformed itself into something different. Something new. Something occupied by just you, the haze, and blackness.

The previously asphyxiating feeling of being drowned in the fog becomes even more pressing now that you feel yourself facing it alone. You would try to scream, to yell the others for help, but rather decide not to, fearful of figuring out there is no voice to be carried away by this void, as it is no sound coming from your footsteps while you keep moving forward... or inward.

And then you have a glimpse. A sudden realization. A passing thought. This world, this void, this haze, this darkness is meant to drive you insane.

But as it comes it goes, and the thought fades away in an instant, and then you find yourself once again thinking on your loneliness, soundless, sightless situation... and on the ever changing midst that surrounds you.

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29/09/2015, 20:16
Sionnain
- Tiradas (1)

Motivo: Leadership

Tirada: 2d6

Dificultad: 8-

Resultado: 4, 6 (Suma: 10)

Exitos: 2

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30/09/2015, 14:21
Elaria

I froze as soon as I realized what was happening. I tried to be as silent as I could, even if I was suspecting that no sound would be heard inside the fog. I had to keep calm, to keep my mind sharp and my body ready. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, sure taht there was nothing around me that could haunt me down. This was a different kind of enemy. It was not an enemy you could defeat only with a deadly sword. It was an aenemy for the mind.

I opened my eyes, feeling, knowing, I was going to get out of there.

It would not defeat me. Not today.

- Tiradas (1)

Motivo: Leadership

Tirada: 2d6

Dificultad: 8-

Resultado: 3, 2 (Suma: 5)

Exitos: 2

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02/10/2015, 00:37
Baster

The mist swirled around her ankles at first. She could feel it, so dense it was, almost like it was liquid. As they kept going, the humidity kept growing, spreading, caressing her with wet hands. And then, even in darkness, she could see it, even if her mind screamed it was not possible.

She looked around and realized there was no sign of anybody. She was alone. Anguishes unease took hold of her thoughts. She call their names, those she remembered, at least, yet no voice beyond her own rose. She braced her shield as she kept going forward, until she was convinced she wasn’t going anywhere. There was no way the vault was so large, it would have taken years of work to hundreds of workers. She turned around and ran the way she had come, ran and ran and ran for what seemed hours, ran till her calves were on fire, yet there was still no sign of the stairs. Only curtains of fog, ever swirling, eternal.

- Tiradas (1)

Motivo: Leadership

Tirada: 2d6

Dificultad: 7-

Resultado: 10 (Fracaso)

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03/10/2015, 03:26
Grimmel the Turncloak

Grimmel reached at his side. Even Sionnain had disappeared from sight. Fear started to touch the bard's spine with little, cold fingers, but he cleared his throat and decided not to be intimidated by tricks of the mind. The situation seemed to advice against speaking out loud or else... or else what? Grimmel was not sure but was starting to think that that thought, too, was a trick of this place. Madness was kept at bay by strong voices and full hearts, so the poet started singing, hoping that the illusion would only be visual and that his voice would be heard by the others. 

Lost at sea, the sailor found

himself on land, no one around

the island seemed a paradise

but hell for minds, even the wise.

He made a friend, from wood and cloth

No nose, no mouth, and yet it spoke

"My name is Bud, and I am alone"

the sailor said "you and me both"

- Tiradas (1)

Motivo: Leadership

Tirada: 2d6

Dificultad: 10-

Resultado: 8 (Exito)

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06/10/2015, 16:01
Kholer Flamefinger
- Tiradas (1)

Motivo: Leadership

Tirada: 2d6

Dificultad: 8-

Resultado: 5 (Exito)

Notas de juego

--- PNJotizado ---

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06/10/2015, 16:02
Dungeon master

-- Sionnain and Baster --

The world spins around you.

You feel dizzy, alone, lost.

There is nothing here for you, but darkness...

 

-- The others --

This unnatural darkness has to have an explanation. Your head resist to believe the world has suddenly become a vast emptiness of nothing but mist.

Either this is the result of a very elaborated illusion triggered by a trap, or the effect of a nasty shadowy spell. In either case, the source must be hand made. Either by gods or by morals hands, but hands nonetheless, which means that there must be an reason, an explanation for all of this.

As soon as you realize that, you feel how the mist recedes. After some moments, you can see that the foggy enveloping cloud disperses progressively.

With it, and still opposing to reason, the darkness recedes as well.

 

-- Sionnain and Baster --

But there is something.

Something there, in the middle of it.

A darkness even darker than the surrounding emptiness. Around it, the midst is denser, as if it was the source of it.

But, what is it?

Is like a round bulk the size of crouched person on the floor.

Is there someone sobbing there? Might this cursed fog have envelop some poor soul and is now trying to devour it?

Without hesitation, you run towards the rounded, mist covered, dark shape...

 

-- The others --

Grimmel's song reaches your ears before your eyes can finally adapt to the surrounding, now natural, dark environment.

You are all standing still close to each other, no more than three meters apart, and not much deeper within the vault than when you started to see the mist. Blinking repeatedly, you realize that not all of you are there however. There is no sign of the two brothers and the step sister.

There is also another detail that quickly catches you eyes. Even though Grimmel, Kholer and Elaria seem to have gotten rid of whatever affliction the mist was inducing, poor Sionain and Baster still seem under its influence.

Then you see it.

A shape in the darkness.

At first it seems to be a person crouching or laying on the ground. One of the brothers perhaps? Or maybe Eril again?

But something seems wrong. Terribly terribly wrong.

The shape is not... alone. Something is behind it. Some other, bigger shape. And they are connected, they are part of the same thing, the same... monstrosity. The shape is, in fact, its head...

And then, all the sudden, Baster and Sionnain run straight towards it.

 

-- Sionnain and Baster --

Yes!

It is someone crying! A boy, a girl, doesn't matter, he or she needs your help, immediately!

You are getting closer.

Almost there.

So close now.

So close you can touch it!

And then...

 

-- The others --

Then it raises.

A monster you have never seen before.

And without hesitation, it jumps on both of your companions.

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08/10/2015, 00:14
Baster

But then, a voice. Not just a voice, the tearful cry of a child. What sense did it make? Was it that kid, the one under the care of that troubadour?

Baster hadn’t any other clue. So she looked for the origin of the sound, wading through the fog like it was a river. And she saw something, a shape so deeply black she was able to see it in the mist-shrouded darkness. As she neared, she noticed it was something small, immobile on the ground. Not just a kid. A baby, maybe? But what was it doing there, in the vault?

Standing next to it, she dropped one knee to the floor. She was about to reach it, about to grasp it with her hands, when…

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15/10/2015, 15:10
Dungeon master

The Guardian of the Vault jumps forwards towards its deceiving and drug-dizzied victims. Baster and Sionnain, running towards what they thought to be a defenseless victim don't stand a chance to avoid the monsters lunge.

The rest of the companions, still far from the menacing foe, can do nothing but witness horrified the immediate succession of events.

With a quick snap of it chitinous legs, the Guardian impales Sionnain in his thigh, raising him easily from the ground while a terrifying scream comes out of the boy's mouth as he is waken up from his hallucination and brought back to reality by the pain.

Holding his screaming victim in the air for later, the Guardian then lunges towards Baster with its mouth open.

The warrior woman realizes too late that what approaches her is not a poor weeping boy, but a filthy set of chelicerae. In a second, the mouthparts grab Baster by her wrist, raising her from the ground as easily as the leg of the Guardian took Sionnain.

Not wasting any time, the monstrosity begins closing his chelicerae together, and Baster's face, twisted in a face of terror and struggle, starts reflecting the raising pain from the increasing pressure. Her screams joining now those of the child...

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15/10/2015, 15:26
Hamond

Suddenly, a shriek of pain runs from the back of the Guardian.

Twisting like the filthy chitinous beast it is, it bends its abdomen raising his head at the same time as it releases baster from its grip, and Sionnain falls from its leg accompanied by a gruesome sucking sound as the flesh of his young thigh slides through the sharp appendix of the monster.

But none of the screams both Baster and Sionnain can be heard over the shriek of the monster. A sound so frightening and loud that it could freeze your blood.

Two of its legs move frenetically around, trying to reach something at its back.

And then you see it.

Clinging to its back, Hamond, the middle brother, stabs the filthy beast repeatedly with his sword.

He, Erard and Eril were nowhere to be seen before, and the later two are still missing in the surrounding darkness, but it seems they got ahead of the rest somehow while the fog engulfed you.

- Die, die! DIE! -

Screams Hamond.