Habololy Forum

Chase pipes in..."Deities, Protectors, and Mighty Powers of the Realms, please allow me to explain the adventure we've endured to get to this point.  Perhaps my story will provide some small measure of joy in this most dire of circumstances"  At this time, I'll put on a bardic performance to fill them in with all details from the beginning of our group assembly to landing here in this place.  I call it "From the Theater of the Mind to the Prison of the Gods."

Perform Check: 1d20 (16) +37 (ranks + buffs) = 53

The music brightens the mood but the trouble for Chase is that as soon as Elistraee begins to dance he must look away or fall into a stupor.

Leave them until we know if we age or not.  I assume if the mortals among us get hungry we are aging.  Is anyone huungry?  She looks directly at Asinjin.

"In the mean time.  It seems fate has placed me with some of the greatest warriors even known. " She dusts off her mail leggings, tidies up her armor. gathers up her blonde hair and ties it up in a braid. " Who would like to spar? I know I won't win, but I am stubborn, and learn well. "

For now Anhur, Geardal and Elistraee each give you a turn. While you can’t defeat them you feel as if you are learning at an exponential rate.

“Yes, agreed. That’s the first problem that needs to be addressed. The other two of these gems [dropping the third onto the table for dramatic effect] need to be removed from Istven’s belly before he has time to do something sinister with them. Surely one of you assembled here can…extract…them?”

“Second problem, where the blazes are we and what’s going on? Tell us everything you know about the situation we now find ourselves in?”

Berronar comes over with Gaerdal to examine the gem. Turning to Vega she says: “Care for some tea dear? Or something stronger?”

Avoreen says, “My apologies sir, I’m not ever taken unaware but “surprise” at seeing mortals I’ve once seen in person for a second time is the only word I can think of.”

“We are powers, deities, of protection and war. We are the guardians of our respective pantheons. We have been imprisoned here by Nilas’anor. Given what I know of your companions, it seems imprisoning you as well is so valuable to the Dark Lord that he is willing to sacrifice one of his mightiest servants.” 

This draws a frantic muzzled plea from Iscen’s.

More to follow, including XP.

To recap you are in a massive feast hall. There is a single long table, but also many smaller tables in alcoves. There is a central fire pit as well as hearths in the walls. The windows allow in a dull grey light. There is no exit door. The floor is flagstone and the walls and pillars are wood.

Present are the following:  Anhur- A dark skinned, bare chested, four armed man, dressed in a kilt of bronze scalemail armor and armed with spear and sword. 

Athena- a beautiful, dark haired woman, in a toga under a breastplate, armed with spear, shield and short sword.
 Avoreen (who needs no description).
 Balador- the massive werebear.
Berronar Truesilver- the matronly Dwarven patroness, who is armored in mail of exquisite quality but unarmed.
 Eilistraee- the female drow, who’s beauty defies description and is armed with a bastard sword.
 Geardal Ironhand- A gnome who seems to have a different weapon depending on his mood and reminds you more of a dwarf.
 Hachiman- dressed and armed in full “Horarian” fashion.
 Heimdall- towering figure with a horned helm and greatsword. Even when not looking at you it seems as if he is appraising you.
 Koriel- the blue and white Ki-rin. 
Nuada - the silver handed and armed with a solid silver spear warrior.
 Syranita- the aarakocra, who looks the most miserable of all.

After Allison psionically blasts one of the statues, does she take another shot at the creature inside or is this the point we roll initiative?  Just trying to gauge whether or not we get a surprise round first.

Initiative here.

If you could map out your first round actions that would help us hit the ground running next week. Monday.

So as to not give you any more trouble, which is the way you suggest we leave this place?

It snarls at you and jerks its enormous thumb at the large doors.

Assuming you take him up on the offer:

As you begin moving the slaves out of the room, some of the giant’s lackeys begin whispering and pointing at the tiefling woman that Daane has been shielding. As the whispers spread the lackeys back away and let you all pass with no further difficulty.

You emerge into a foul smelling and immediately disorienting street. The city fills your view in every direction, including “above” you. As worldly as Chase and Vega are, it is a sight that defies logic and dwarfs any other urban landscape you have ever seen. For Sha’ar it is the stuff of elven nightmares.

For Parker and Asinjin, there is no doubt where you are- the Hive of Sigil.

Parker gets a wistful smile on his face.  "Oh, my large and stupid friend.  I don't think you quite comprehend the enormity of your situation.  We have had a long enough day and, despite your gaggle of lackeys, you are woefully outmatched.  I suggest you think long and hard before you make a monumentally bad decision."

The larger words in your soliloquy give him pause. He clearly doesn’t like the look of Sha’ar’s gore covered glaive.

“I ain’t go no use for half dead slaves and no time to fatten them up either. You all git before I come back with some real basherz to send the lot of you into the book.”