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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 12, 2012 8:18:01 GMT -6
[Would someone with more medical expertise than Fated like to take over negotiations with The Crone?] Dunno, was thinking maybe Fated doesn't want to dig himself in any deeper...  |
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 12, 2012 23:33:08 GMT -6
Fated motions for the boys to drop the gals and get in a tent or something, and mouths "I've got something better for you" to cut off any protests.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 13, 2012 6:00:50 GMT -6
Fated motions for the boys to drop the gals and get in a tent or something, and mouths "I've got something better for you" to cut off any protests. There is a private spot in the shadow of poisoned Little Brother, if Fated is looking for someplace to huddle with his men... Question for everyone: Is it time to pitch the tents and set up camp? Will you be staying here tonight? |
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Post by kipper on Jul 14, 2012 14:22:14 GMT -6
Dream Stalker takes an interest in the Crone, filling her in on the cause of the poisoning, the observed symptoms, and her own prognosis. She gives her own theories, and asks the Crone what she thinks.
Breath thinks we should set up camp here, unless the Crone can get the dinos back on their feet quickly, in which case we should move a bit further away from the crash site first.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 15, 2012 6:24:44 GMT -6
The Crone listens respectfully to Dream Stalker and seems pleasantly surprised by her chirurgical know-how. Soon they are chatting up a storm and poking, prodding, and sniffing Little Brother's snakebite. The Crone sticks a finger into the wound, dabs it to the tip of her tongue, and spits forcefully.
As I feared. First we must bleed the wound.
Before anyone can object, she draws a clam-shell knife and slashes a big X over Little Brother's bite wound. The brontosaur takes 5hp from the wound, reducing him to 16hp. The tainted blood comes gushing out, and the dinosaur sighs mightily!
Lead me to the other patient...
Will you allow The Crone to cut Andre the Gigantosaurus?
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 15, 2012 7:06:39 GMT -6
Shade steps aside and lets the crone have access to Andre.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 15, 2012 7:20:12 GMT -6
The Crone slashes Andre for 7hp reducing him to 32hp. Blackened blood squirts out and the huge carnosaur gives a feeble roar!
That should hold them until morning. The turmeric plant is a tiny shoot this time of year; it will not be easy to find enough quantity. My girls know this marsh like the back of their hands and will help you look in the morning, after the wedding. Or we can manufacture antivenin by injecting 17 HD of creatures and harvesting their blood 24 hours later, but this procedure is not without its risks...
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Post by kipper on Jul 15, 2012 11:43:08 GMT -6
"In order to manufacture enough antivenin we'd need to risk the majority of the remaining dinos... a prospect I do not like." Breath says. (Assuming Big Mama is out of the question, that would be Big Daddy + Junior + Snarf/Princess.)
Dream Stalker explains Princess' healing ability, and if this would not interfere with the Crone's treatment she will lead Princess in close to heal the wounded with her spores, and hopefully provide some relief. She'll get everyone who is wounded (PCs, NPCs) to group around first.
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 15, 2012 11:45:15 GMT -6
Oh, good idea, Kipper.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 16, 2012 19:32:54 GMT -6
Great idea Kipper!
No update today, busy, sorry...
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 20, 2012 20:09:45 GMT -6
The pink, semi-gelatinous Princess gathers the wounded around her and releases [1dd] 2 HD worth of healing spores! Junior is restored to 6 of 7 HD, all other dinosaurs are full strength (except for the venom). The spores coat the wounds and quickly spread over the damaged tissue, like mold over bread, ignoring the healthy surrounding skin. The Crone asks Breath's permission to take a sample of the healing spores as a gift to her people?
In the distance you hear drums, whistles, and ululations. The dolm women approach, carrying litters of supplies for tonight's nuptials: flowers, stoppered gourds of fruity marsh wine, baskets of fresh-baked flatbreads, raw clams fresh-dug, tents and bedding, and resplendent upon her palanquin Festive, Betrothed of Fated to Die.
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Post by kipper on Jul 21, 2012 13:52:43 GMT -6
"Of course, I hope you may make good use of them." Breath replies to The Crone.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 21, 2012 14:22:11 GMT -6
Who is attending the wedding tonight, who is standing guard, and what does Fated make of all this?
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Post by kipper on Jul 22, 2012 12:04:05 GMT -6
((OOC: It looks like the wedding is to be held here at our camp?))
Breath will stand guard with her two Fighter henchwomen. The Specialists will attend the wedding. Breath is still pretty wary about those UFO-slugs.
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 22, 2012 14:48:47 GMT -6
Shade tells the deep one to stand guard while he attends the wedding.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 22, 2012 19:31:26 GMT -6
The dolm women butcher the titanocobras to roast over tonight's bonfire. They harvest kidneys the size of horses, elephant-sized livers, a heart through whose valves a man could crawl, and from the female snake, clusters of translucent caviar the size of grapefruit, considered a delicacy in the Flower of Sublime Wisdom culture and an auspicious omen for the wedding night.
kipper I am temporarily placing Chief Minion of the Unholy Fragnog and his 4 1st level bone men along with their dinosaurs under your command. Deploy them wisely! Likewise ehiker please watch over Gunnery Sgt. 1st class, his 3 0-level orange men, and his dino-steeds through the dark night's terrors! I want to know who from each team is standing guard and specifically how they are doing it, and for those at the wedding, how they will conduct themselves around the 88 dolm women and the Crone.
I am going to wait a few days and let the story breathe before the next major update... Feel free to add some details and description of your invention... Parley with the dolm ladies... Talk amongst yourselves...
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Post by kipper on Jul 23, 2012 9:11:32 GMT -6
OK, in that case Minion will attend the wedding, in actuality he will be paying only passing interest, studying the rituals will take most of his attention. His bone-men will guard the camp.
Do we have anything spotlight-y or similar? I don't think so... Those guarding the camp tonight should stay towards the edge, so as not to be night-blinded by the firelight. We should keep all the dinos together in a large group, so any one is not cut off from the others. The only exception might be Snarf who is fast and could patrol the perimeter (obviously someone besides Fated would need to ride him though!... if no one else volunteers, Breath will do so... would Snarf be able to psychically detect any creatures approaching? Presumably the UFO-dwellers are intelligent.
The bone-men and bone-women attending the wedding will be friendly to the dolm women, but careful not to indulge in any mind-effecting substances (such as alcohol) to keep alert. Dream Stalker keeps close to the Crone, talking to her about various subjects.
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 23, 2012 14:28:07 GMT -6
Fated doesn't want to get married -- this wolf still wants to prowl. So the plan is something like this: 1. Talk to the Ulfire henchmen and find one who is looking to settle down in the swamp with a decent looking hippy broad. Hopefully the volunteer looks kinda like Fated, but then again don't all Ulfire dudes look the same? 2. Dress him up in all of Fated's clothes/gear. Including armor, sword, obsidian spear, fur coat, and burgundy bag, but not the dagger, small weapons, and treasures. 3. Henchman gets married. Fated and the other Ulfire attend as men of honor; we'll contrive some elaborate face paints/ceremonial masks to aid the deception and sell it all off as Ulfire custom. The final custom is that the imposter gifts Fated with the spear, coat, and burgundy bag, symbolically surrendering these bachelor items. 4. Get the hell out of Dodge. 5.  ? 6. Profit!!! If the Crone starts getting all wacky with the mind powers and threatens to blow the show, we'll figure something out on the fly. Any weirdness will be passed off as Ulfire custom.
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 23, 2012 15:14:31 GMT -6
... 4. Get the hell out of Dodge. 5. ? 6. Profit!!! |
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 23, 2012 15:58:21 GMT -6
A very creative way to sacrifice a henchman!  |
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 24, 2012 21:01:25 GMT -6
Sun sets and the UFO crash site burns brightly to the west, flames of eerie out-of-this-world colors. The PCs gather the dinosaurs on the west edge of camp, in between the crash site and the festivities. Snarf patrols the perimeter, using his psionic powers of Precognition and Telepathy to scan for danger.
Fated to Die gathers his Ulfire Men and instructs them on their roles in the sham wedding. The eldest of the group, The Whipped Man, has had enough rambling and is eager to settle down with a marsh-bride. He is the nearest in appearance to Fated, and under a traditional Ulfire face-mask of mud, grass, and feathers, will the bride be able to tell the difference?
Let's ask the dice... the Ulfire man has [3d6] 12 Charisma, and rolls [1d20] 2 on his Charisma check... the farce succeeds and the Dolm women are none the wiser! The Crone officiates the ceremony, culminating in the ritual passing of the spear, coat, and burgundy bag.
Most of the guests remain temperate and courteous, with the exception of the Quarry Brothers. The dolm girls party hard, and the green men from Arkham get plastered trying to keep pace. Fated's ulfire men circulate with flasks of wine encouraging the debauchery, hoping the beer-goggles will blind the bridesmaids to the doppelganger in their midst.
Meanwhile Snarf reaches out with his mind [4 in 6 chance] and senses the coast is clear; no wandering monsters will threaten the wedding party tonight.
Soon the bonfires are dying down and the dolm women slouch toward bed. The drunken Quarry Brothers easily succumb to the villagers' charms. Whipped Man and Festive retire to the largest teepee to consummate the ritual of the Flower of Sublime Wisdom.
Who among you will spend a night in the villagers' tents, learning the secret embrace of the Flower of Sublime Wisdom?
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 24, 2012 21:09:34 GMT -6
Shade silently spends a bit more time watching over Andre before retiring for the night. He will have his Deep One wake him in the early hours of the morning to begin his watch.
EDIT: "riding"?? Stupid auto correct. Should have been "retiring"...
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Post by crusssdaddy on Jul 25, 2012 7:52:52 GMT -6
Fated lays low, the other Ulfires can go nuts if they want.
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Post by kipper on Jul 25, 2012 17:15:59 GMT -6
The Bone Men & Women stand somewhat aloof, keeping their guard duties in mind, with the exception of Breath's two Specialists (female) will spend the night in the comfort of a villager's tent, although they will stick together rather than split up. Minion will continue studying the rituals, so he'll be wherever he can be the most undisturbed... probably with the dinos?
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 25, 2012 17:29:50 GMT -6
To confirm:
Serpent's Scion, Dream Stalker, Fated's 6 Ulfire Men, and the 3 drunken Quarry Brothers will accept the hospitality of the dolm women and partake in the ritual of the Flower of Sublime Wisdom.
Anyone else? Last call....
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Post by ehiker133 on Jul 25, 2012 19:07:32 GMT -6
No thank you.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 25, 2012 19:38:44 GMT -6
Having previously mastered The Accursed Pits of Sighing, a four-hour ritual to imprison the Shambler of the
Endless Night, Minion continues his study of the Accursed Tome. By sunrise he will have learned Accursed Sorcelling of the Poisoned One, which torments the Foul Putrescence into subservience to the caster.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 29, 2012 18:10:30 GMT -6
Rod Quarry is the first NPC to emerge from the medium-sized tent where the 3 green brothers are enjoying the company of [3dd] 13 of the 88 dolm women. He pushes the tent flap aside, steps outside to take a leak, then shuffles bleary-eyed back to bed.
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 30, 2012 17:22:06 GMT -6
Shade silently spends a bit more time watching over Andre before retiring for the night. He will have his Deep One wake him in the early hours of the morning to begin his watch. EDIT: "riding"?? Stupid auto correct. Should have been "retiring"... does not join the festivities. He stands vigil over Andre. Will the gigantosaurus survive the night, or fall victim to the titanocobra venom? Save vs. poison + 2 for the Crone's procedure, needs an 8 and rolls 12 + 2 = 14. Andre lives!Shade "rides" for the evening and enjoys a few hours of peaceful dormancy. After midnight, his Deep One wakes him and skulks off to soak in the mud. Shade armors up and begins his watch... |
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Post by Mushgnome on Jul 30, 2012 17:34:08 GMT -6
The next NPC to emerge from the tents is Serpent's Scion. She has a relaxed and enlightened look on her face and is joined by [1dd] 11 scantily-clad dolm women. She checks in with Breath of New Moon, assures her everything is okay, and then runs off to dance in the tall marsh grass to the piping of the reed flutes with her new best friends. Dream Stalker stays in the tent with [1dd] 1 dolm woman.
Breath takes over riding Snarf for a while and makes a loop around the perimeter. The velociraptor's acute psionic powers have detected no sign of intruders; the coast is clear. She nods to Minion, who is perched high atop the largest dino's howdah, deep in study over the Accursed Tome.
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