Post by Geckilian on Jan 15, 2015 20:01:58 GMT -7
Total Session XP: 5800
Loot: None yet...
Session Date: 01/16/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1JuIMjj1F7SLJNzo4xxcCjM2KZlWKqwSmaj1cyPr01Zw/edit#gid=989377953
Player Loot:
Sabien Raith: None yet....
Lorek Ra'dari: None yet....
Solomon Nox: None yet....
Primrose: None yet....
Noticing that quite a few people were getting ill in Rook, the crew assembled to address the problem. With the overcrowding in the slum districts of Rook, Sabien felt that the problem could become remarkably grave quite quickly. Whilst discussing the issue, a plague doktor who didn't actually give his name arrived at Lorek's residence as he had heard Lorek was a learned man and thus someone to inform of his discoveries. As it turns out, the flies that were turning up in Rook were somewhat water soluble, and seemed to carry a host of plague-like infection.
Primrose and Lorek had felt strange 'ripples' emanating from below Rook, so were naturally a bit more invested in finding out what was going on, especially since Primrose wasn't feeling at her best as a result of both that and sketching down a dubious symbol she'd seen formed out of flies. Sabien, who had also noted down the symbol, decided to burn it after feeling some of it's literally ill effects. With leads as to where the biggest mass of illness was, the group headed out to see what exactly was going down. As it turns out, people were succumbing to the virulence in the areas hygiene was sadly lacking, and once enough of the diseased were near each other, small rents were forming - rents just large enough for a leukodaemon to force it's way through from whatever feted hell it came from.
Solomon and his entourage of disease-immune minions proceeded to help everyone beat the daemons back, one memorable moment being an astonishing elbow drop on to a grappled daemon from 210 feet in the air. A poor holy man, riddles with decay, forged his was towards Solomon to beseech him for aid, only to be torn apart to form a fetid portal, still alive, to the realm of Abaddon. Solomon sent first one, then the other of his largest minions through to scout, only to find that they became unresponsive on the other side. In an act of bravery and likely madness, Solomon managed to get through and command them to carry him back through, though at great personal cost with his very vitality sapped away.
Once that was dealt with via Lorek and his aptitude to dispel portals, everyone went to the latest ripple to find a rather bloodied man known as Brasque, a half-orc ratcatcher who spent a good deal of his time in the sewers. He'd managed to take one down with the help of an unfeasible number of rats, all of whom were already pretty diseased regardless. Quizzing him as to his knowledge, the party realized that if they wished to go deep underneath Rook then this man was likely one of the best guides they could get, for at least the beginning of the journey at least. For now though it was time to rest, recuperate and make sure no one had the plague.
Loot: None yet...
Session Date: 01/16/2014
GM Geckilian
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1JuIMjj1F7SLJNzo4xxcCjM2KZlWKqwSmaj1cyPr01Zw/edit#gid=989377953
Player Loot:
Sabien Raith: None yet....
Lorek Ra'dari: None yet....
Solomon Nox: None yet....
Primrose: None yet....
Noticing that quite a few people were getting ill in Rook, the crew assembled to address the problem. With the overcrowding in the slum districts of Rook, Sabien felt that the problem could become remarkably grave quite quickly. Whilst discussing the issue, a plague doktor who didn't actually give his name arrived at Lorek's residence as he had heard Lorek was a learned man and thus someone to inform of his discoveries. As it turns out, the flies that were turning up in Rook were somewhat water soluble, and seemed to carry a host of plague-like infection.
Primrose and Lorek had felt strange 'ripples' emanating from below Rook, so were naturally a bit more invested in finding out what was going on, especially since Primrose wasn't feeling at her best as a result of both that and sketching down a dubious symbol she'd seen formed out of flies. Sabien, who had also noted down the symbol, decided to burn it after feeling some of it's literally ill effects. With leads as to where the biggest mass of illness was, the group headed out to see what exactly was going down. As it turns out, people were succumbing to the virulence in the areas hygiene was sadly lacking, and once enough of the diseased were near each other, small rents were forming - rents just large enough for a leukodaemon to force it's way through from whatever feted hell it came from.
Solomon and his entourage of disease-immune minions proceeded to help everyone beat the daemons back, one memorable moment being an astonishing elbow drop on to a grappled daemon from 210 feet in the air. A poor holy man, riddles with decay, forged his was towards Solomon to beseech him for aid, only to be torn apart to form a fetid portal, still alive, to the realm of Abaddon. Solomon sent first one, then the other of his largest minions through to scout, only to find that they became unresponsive on the other side. In an act of bravery and likely madness, Solomon managed to get through and command them to carry him back through, though at great personal cost with his very vitality sapped away.
Once that was dealt with via Lorek and his aptitude to dispel portals, everyone went to the latest ripple to find a rather bloodied man known as Brasque, a half-orc ratcatcher who spent a good deal of his time in the sewers. He'd managed to take one down with the help of an unfeasible number of rats, all of whom were already pretty diseased regardless. Quizzing him as to his knowledge, the party realized that if they wished to go deep underneath Rook then this man was likely one of the best guides they could get, for at least the beginning of the journey at least. For now though it was time to rest, recuperate and make sure no one had the plague.