Post by Geckilian on Oct 7, 2014 20:06:35 GMT -7
Total Session XP: 700
Loot: 850gp + 2x Cure Light Wounds
Session Date: 10/07/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1BUSbkSXeXpzwq5_5fIzHRh4b4iKm6qpi3nXLdapLggQ/edit#gid=1881548551
Costs Incurred (for those who wish to track on own Player Haven thread):
Yuzuki: -2 potion of cure light wounds.
Players / Loot after costs:
Dirk: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Raedric Bullenstarke: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Yuzuki: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid (one odorless).
Ben Weese: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Zorin: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Various newcomers came to Rook, enticed by promises of riches, access to a smithy or merely to be further away from lots of orcs. Gradually congregating around and then in The Golden Plow, as was usual for many entering Rook, the disparate individuals introduced themselves to each other and their various critters, such as a monstrous scorpion and of all things a lion. Ebquiring about any possible paid work, Big Duade the barkeep pointed them to the shadowy corner of the bar. There resided 3 clearly mysterious individuals, the middle of whom had gone to the trouble of creating dribbly candles and properly mysterious robes. He took the compliments as to his attire with great enthusiasm and eventually let on that he had a rival. The rival in question was committing heinous acts of research and was going to be able to present them soon. The robed man, clearly, wanted the research for his own. He assuaged the party's concerns, after some prompting, by mentioning that the rival was clearly nefarious - testing on people for example. This convinced most people present, who were then requested to obtain the man's book with all his data inside it.
Since it was a fairly simple task, the group went to the man's address and Ben attempted to simply chat with him. This didn't go particularly well, resulting in a rapidly closed door and Ben's partially crushed foot. Dirk stepped up to the door to hammer on it too and wasn't as fast to dodge away as ben, thereby being covered in a fragrant mixture of effluent and feces. It was not Dirk's day. Suitably angry he continued to try and get in the building as most of the others sought out alternate routes. As they searched the door the other side Dirk narrowly avoided getting a bucket of ammonia dumped on him, further increasing his ire. It was at that moment they noticed several clusters of ooze emerging from outlets on the building, and battle took place. Though Raedric's lion almost ate some and spent a bit of time 'laughing' on the floor, the little things were summarily dispatched. Looking around after this, the group focused on the sewer grate entrance nearby. Dirk, taking point, dropped his tower shield down and forlornly watched it half sink in to the mire that was the sewage system as people discussed climbing down and looking for an entrance under the building.
Though people were angling not to worry about it, Dirk wanted his shield back. He thus went down to get it, taking a look around regardless. Zorin also decided to go down, not trusting dwarven eyes, and promptly used Dirk as a large dwarven landing cushion. Elven sight quickly spotted a grille with goop flowing down from it, so the entire group when to investigate. As they got close however, it turned out that the goop had yet more ooze in it and the little goopy things were once again slashed, smashed or stabbed apart. A rope, grappling hooks and some inspired heaving by Raedric later saw access secured, though as everyone came up the trio of horrified alchemists obviously chose to attack the filth-smeared, ooze-covered somewhat impolite intruders. Bombs flew, several times actually, but one by one they were all cut down by the sheer number of attackers. At that point, as the party congratulated themselves on a job well done, the big boss came down from upstairs and essentially bombed the utter crap out of them (or off of them?) and nearly everyone spent some time contemplating the floor, with only Zorin, his scorpion and ben still actually conscious. At that point, cackling madly, the man made his escape upstairs and went to work.
Experimenting with many of the random potions around the room saw pretty much everyone eventually get up though the lion was temporarily smaller and asleep. Working their way upstairs, everyone saw the man working at a much larger vat. Though he was swiftly brought down, the vat crashed open to reveal a much larger semi-translucent ooze of truly large proportions. Raedric and Dirk found themselves engulfed but regardless it was swiftly hacked apart to reveal a small metal case containing the main book they were after. Ben, in a fit of cunning, decided to loot all the bodies them dump them in the various vats of acid to get rid of the evidence. With the group deciding caution was the order of the day, the sewers were used once more and everyone emerged two streets away smelling pretty bad to be fair. Much water was created as they made their way to The Golden Plow, whereupon they found out that the human experiments were in fact the oozes they had cut apart, oblivious to the ultrasonic pleas for help. They received their payment grudgingly, somewhat disgusted with the strange man who coveted such research. Zorin, asking to and being granted permission to read over the man's shoulder, saw a lot of research about turning flesh to ooze. Quite a lot of research indeed....
Loot: 850gp + 2x Cure Light Wounds
Session Date: 10/07/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1BUSbkSXeXpzwq5_5fIzHRh4b4iKm6qpi3nXLdapLggQ/edit#gid=1881548551
Costs Incurred (for those who wish to track on own Player Haven thread):
Yuzuki: -2 potion of cure light wounds.
Players / Loot after costs:
Dirk: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Raedric Bullenstarke: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Yuzuki: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid (one odorless).
Ben Weese: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Zorin: 310gp, 2 flasks of acid.
Various newcomers came to Rook, enticed by promises of riches, access to a smithy or merely to be further away from lots of orcs. Gradually congregating around and then in The Golden Plow, as was usual for many entering Rook, the disparate individuals introduced themselves to each other and their various critters, such as a monstrous scorpion and of all things a lion. Ebquiring about any possible paid work, Big Duade the barkeep pointed them to the shadowy corner of the bar. There resided 3 clearly mysterious individuals, the middle of whom had gone to the trouble of creating dribbly candles and properly mysterious robes. He took the compliments as to his attire with great enthusiasm and eventually let on that he had a rival. The rival in question was committing heinous acts of research and was going to be able to present them soon. The robed man, clearly, wanted the research for his own. He assuaged the party's concerns, after some prompting, by mentioning that the rival was clearly nefarious - testing on people for example. This convinced most people present, who were then requested to obtain the man's book with all his data inside it.
Since it was a fairly simple task, the group went to the man's address and Ben attempted to simply chat with him. This didn't go particularly well, resulting in a rapidly closed door and Ben's partially crushed foot. Dirk stepped up to the door to hammer on it too and wasn't as fast to dodge away as ben, thereby being covered in a fragrant mixture of effluent and feces. It was not Dirk's day. Suitably angry he continued to try and get in the building as most of the others sought out alternate routes. As they searched the door the other side Dirk narrowly avoided getting a bucket of ammonia dumped on him, further increasing his ire. It was at that moment they noticed several clusters of ooze emerging from outlets on the building, and battle took place. Though Raedric's lion almost ate some and spent a bit of time 'laughing' on the floor, the little things were summarily dispatched. Looking around after this, the group focused on the sewer grate entrance nearby. Dirk, taking point, dropped his tower shield down and forlornly watched it half sink in to the mire that was the sewage system as people discussed climbing down and looking for an entrance under the building.
Though people were angling not to worry about it, Dirk wanted his shield back. He thus went down to get it, taking a look around regardless. Zorin also decided to go down, not trusting dwarven eyes, and promptly used Dirk as a large dwarven landing cushion. Elven sight quickly spotted a grille with goop flowing down from it, so the entire group when to investigate. As they got close however, it turned out that the goop had yet more ooze in it and the little goopy things were once again slashed, smashed or stabbed apart. A rope, grappling hooks and some inspired heaving by Raedric later saw access secured, though as everyone came up the trio of horrified alchemists obviously chose to attack the filth-smeared, ooze-covered somewhat impolite intruders. Bombs flew, several times actually, but one by one they were all cut down by the sheer number of attackers. At that point, as the party congratulated themselves on a job well done, the big boss came down from upstairs and essentially bombed the utter crap out of them (or off of them?) and nearly everyone spent some time contemplating the floor, with only Zorin, his scorpion and ben still actually conscious. At that point, cackling madly, the man made his escape upstairs and went to work.
Experimenting with many of the random potions around the room saw pretty much everyone eventually get up though the lion was temporarily smaller and asleep. Working their way upstairs, everyone saw the man working at a much larger vat. Though he was swiftly brought down, the vat crashed open to reveal a much larger semi-translucent ooze of truly large proportions. Raedric and Dirk found themselves engulfed but regardless it was swiftly hacked apart to reveal a small metal case containing the main book they were after. Ben, in a fit of cunning, decided to loot all the bodies them dump them in the various vats of acid to get rid of the evidence. With the group deciding caution was the order of the day, the sewers were used once more and everyone emerged two streets away smelling pretty bad to be fair. Much water was created as they made their way to The Golden Plow, whereupon they found out that the human experiments were in fact the oozes they had cut apart, oblivious to the ultrasonic pleas for help. They received their payment grudgingly, somewhat disgusted with the strange man who coveted such research. Zorin, asking to and being granted permission to read over the man's shoulder, saw a lot of research about turning flesh to ooze. Quite a lot of research indeed....