Pitch Black IC

[Ertier]

((Welcome to Pitch Black))

The has begun to set over the hills to the West. After travelling for some time you have reached the blasted landscape you have sought. The soil seems charred and blackened, devoid of life. Crumbling pillars and sculptures decorate the dreary, burnt panorama. Several buildings are still standing...barely... Towards the center of the abandoned city a huge circular building dominates the view. It seems to draw all attention to itself. The building, like all the others (if you can call them buildings anymore) in this metropolis are made of stone (probably granite) and wood. The statues so strangley placed resemble moments of everyday life mixed with sheer terror, faces contorted with pain. Ivy has invaded many of the buildings, somehow clinging to life in this sterile area of destruction. You must look strange to any life still left, a group of strangers clad in iron and silk, willingly here, looking for evidence of it's destruction. A thought climbs in to your heads,
a strange sort of sympathy and fear.

It has arrived...

[Ertier]

(( For talking OOC, use these double parenthese, we will wait for everyone to check in [on this thread], in the meantime, feel free to explore the city, ask questions, introduce yourself and talk to your companions, though no plot central events will ocur...))

[An Enemy Spy]

Celine walks nervously through the city, singing a song she learned as a child to help keep herself calm. She approaches a statue of a woman carrying a basket. "Who are you? Did you you used to be real?" she says quietly to it.

[Toliudar]

Iviana

It had been a long, dreary, and dusty trip, but the end was finally in sight. These were a peculiar bunch - three very different elves, the curiously intense dwarf, and the young Celine. Conversations around the campfire most evenings had been - quiet.

In the city, Iviana gazed at the statues, the abandoned buildings. The contrast between the stately buildings and the haphazard placement of people wasn't lost on her.

She pointed at the circular building in the distance.

Call me crazy, but I'm guessing that's where we'll find Nine answers.

Lore check - on anything she'd know about what this city was pre-Eclipse. Name, major focus, notable events, etc. [roll0]

[Ertier]

((Nine already recruited you...))

Toliudar:
You don't know much, only that you've never heard of it. The architecture hints that the city was probably Elven or Human/Elven mix. The statues really freak you out though because they seem more in the style of Orc than anything else (meaning the art, not the statues themselves, which look human).

[Emperor Tippy]

Orho keeps a watch out for any potential enemies while looking around.

"Well this place certainly seems ruined, I'll keep watch."


Quick Recconoiter means I get to make 1 perception check per round as a free action. Assume that I do so every round. What attribute is perception working off of?

Perception: [roll0] +12 if it works off Int, +7 if it works off Wis

[An Enemy Spy]

Celine runs her hand over the stone womans face. "I wonder what your name was. What were your dreams. How would the world be different if you were not a statue? I guess we will never know." She kisses the statue on the forehead and walks away.
I wonder if she is alive and can see me

[TwoCents]

Asked this in the OOC thread, but didn't get a response:

((What's the pay? What's the goal? Have we met before or are we just a chance group gathered together for our own reasons? I saved out some cash for equipment purchases once Quen had an idea of the job and his companions' supplies, so I'd like a chance to add mundane items we lack. ))

[Ertier]

((Pay was unspecified, though presumably high. Goal is investigation of the area and the "eclipse". The group has never met outside of recruitment from Nine. Feel free to add those mundane items... waiting on 2 people...))

Tippy
Perception works off of wisdom... You don't notice much, but some thing bothers you. You feel like you're being watched, the world around you smaller, more cramped. The shadows flicker and wave as though they were ready to jump at you. You wouldn't want to be here at night, though soon, you will have little choice in the matter...

PS. Tippy = Win :smallwink:

[Neftren]

"What a strange place... perhaps we ought to get some more light. Just a moment." Answell bends down slowly, pretending to search for a rock. He spies one, but at the same time examines the surroundings. It seemed quiet... almost too quiet. "Ah! Here's a good one!" He mutters an incantation under his breath and the rock shines like an extremely radiant torch. He tosses it up onto the highest point he can see so that it illuminates the area.

Taking a Perception Check to examine my surroundings, so [roll0] for Perception (Edit: I forgot about the ability score bonus... that and I need to fix my skill points since I have 6 ranks each in Listen/Search/Spot). Meh. I'll fix it tomorrow. I'll also cast Light on a rock and throw it onto the highest point I can see (any obelisks or conveniently oversized statues around?).

[An Enemy Spy]

Celine hugs herself to stay warm in the waning hours of the day. She paces around the city, looking at the other statues. Other than the moss, there doesn't seem to be anything alive here. That makes her feel sad and a little lonely. Pushing these thoughts aside, Celine rejoins the others. "This place is so empty, so quiet. What do you think happened here."

[Toliudar]

Iviana

Iv looked back from the dome. Her voice is distant.

The Eclipse, presumably. This is a nowhere kind of town. The statues are unsettling. I do hope that they're not the original occupants. May I suggest that we head over to that large dome, see what's there, and relocate before nightfall?

[An Enemy Spy]

Celine shivers, then nods. She walks slowly towards the dome. "This place is sad. I would like to leave now and never return."

[TwoCents]

Quen'ilra Nightwind, Wood Elf Ranger (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=91844)

Quen was quiet and thoughtful as usual. Everyone expected elven rangers to be quiet and thoughtful, and keeping up the image meant he could avoid small talk. He had watched and listened as they traveled to this place, slowly getting to know his traveling companions.

By now, they knew that Quen could be depended on to do his part without complaint, and that little disturbed his quiet good humor.

"Well, this is not a pleasant place to spend a holiday, now, is it?" Quen scanned the area for signs of enemies, frequently glancing at the looming statues as he did. "Not my taste in art, either. To the dome, then?"

[roll0]
[Roll=Perception]1d20+10/roll] edit: 28; the roll is on the OOC thread.

[An Enemy Spy]

Celine is getting very cold now. She approaches Quen and huddles against him. "You're very warm." She pulls his arm around her.

[ColonelFuster]

((Sorry, guys! I forgot to subscribe to this thread.))

Dave trots out from behind the group, the sick feeling having left with the contents of his stomach.
"Sorry. I don't usually get sick like that."

[Toliudar]

Iviana

Iviana smiles, and steps in next to the dwarf.

Indeed you don't, Dave. You strike me more as the type to eat your boots when you have to.

She glances forward at the dome.

Ertier, can we get any more sense of what the Eclipse has been known to do elsewhere? If it's this big looming catastrophe - what do we know about it?

[TwoCents]

Quen'ilra Nightwind, Wood Elf Ranger (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=91844)

Quen started for a moment when Celine slid up to him and under his arm. His eyes glinted at the thought of a rude joke, but he hesitated. He didn't really know these people all that well, and this sorceress might take offense. He was fond of his body parts, and wanted them all to stay attached and functioning. On the other hand, she was rather attractive...

He unwrapped his woolen cloak from around himself and tucked the edges of it around her, turning to face her as he did. "Better?," he asked, patting her gently on one shoulder.

Turning to the others, he asked, "So, are we off to the dome, then? Shall I lead?"

[Emperor Tippy]

Orho smiles at the elf and says "Nah, you seem quite comfortable. I'll scout it out.

With that he heads off towards the dome, taking pains to move as stealthily as possible.


Perception:
Hide: [roll]1d20+11
Move Silently: 1d20+11

[Emperor Tippy]

Grr, trying this for the third time.
Hide: [roll0]
Move Silently: [roll1]

[ColonelFuster]

Dave smiles rougishly at Iviana and walks up to one of the carvings.
"Wow... this be Orcish, right?" He traces some of the contours and looks about. "So many. Do you think this is an orcish monument to their lost community?" he looks around at the buildings, "buildings be human with elven help, right? Stones dinnae lie. So why would Orcs build their monument here?" He looks supremely confused and taps the edge of his shield in a thoughtful, or, more accurately, confused manner.

[Neftren]

"What a creepy place... I'd rather not stay out here in the open for too long. It's probably a good idea if we head towards that big dome over there. Hopefully we can find shelter there and stand guard for the night."

[Ertier]

((Sorry for the delay, good to see everyone here...))

"Eclipse" Info
Since there are very few documented survivors of "the eclipse", not much is known other than that it takes the form of a lunar eclipse (the "earth" blocking the sun from reaching one of the moons, because of the gravity of the planet, and the number of moons, this happens often. Supposedly, one is coming up soon (tonight possibly). Nothing is known regarding solar eclipses...


As the party heads slowly towards the central dome something strange and unsettling works it's way over the party. It's as if something is watching you from above. The sun is hanging just above the horizon, slowly setting into the hills. The full moon is rising from the opposite side . As darkness encompases the party, the chill of the air seems to freeze your bones. A shrill screech is heard in the distance. A strange shadow begins creeping across the moon. The landscape turns black, pitch black. Dozens of bizzare flying creatures fill the atmosphere with the empty void of their shapeless, shadowy forms. The hollow wing beats of thousands of shreiking terrors fill the air. The stars are blotted out with vast numbers of shadowlike winged horrors. You start to instinctively run for cover. Several of the strange beings circle the party from above.

Roll for initiative...

[ColonelFuster]

Initiative: [roll0]

[Neftren]

Answell cried out, "Is it just me, or do those things not look friendly? Well, I guess we're about to find out!" He draws his rapier, its finely crafted point gleaming in the darkness. Taking a quick moment to close his eyes and utter another incantation under his eyes, Answell looks up. What appears to be a ball of phosphorescent silver flame is curling itself around his hand. "I highly recommend that we proceed with all haste to the dome."

Initiative: [roll0]
• Taking a Standard Action (assuming we are in a Surprise Round) to ready Magic Missile.

[An Enemy Spy]

After Quen gives her the blanket, Celine kisses him on the cheek. "You're a sweetheart." Seeing the large flying things, she dives behind a statue and draws her crossbow.
Initiative [roll0]

[TwoCents]

Quen'ilra Nightwind, Wood Elf Ranger (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=91844)

"Apollo, Lord of the Sun, aid my aim!" Quen prayed softly as he readied his bow and prepared to fire.

(([roll0] ))

(( Pay attention to the combat, Quen! ))

[An Enemy Spy]

((Yeah Quen. There will plenty of time fondle Celine later! :smallwink: Just Kidding!))
Or am I?

[Ertier]

((Since this is a suprise round, the creatures will go first followed by your actions, whose order are undertermined waiting for ywo players to roll inititave.))

Two of the beasts split off from the mass and dive ((Labeled B1 and B2 for convenience)).

B1:
Dives for Quen and makes a grapple attempt.

Touch Attack
[roll0]

Grapple
[roll1]


B2:
Charges in making a flyby attack against Dave.

Attack Roll
[roll2]

Damage Roll
C1
[roll3]
C2
Edit: Mistake in Damage Roll, set to 3 Damage

A third beast splits off from the flock and begins to dive towards the party,
Estimated TOA: 3 Rounds

[Ertier]

B1:
Grapple attempt misses Quen...

B2:
Fail...

[An Enemy Spy]

Celine fires her crossbow at the creature that swooped at Quen.
[roll0]

[ColonelFuster]

Snarling, Dave sets his shield high and draws his waraxe, readying an action to strike as soon as one of the weird creatues gets close enough.

If one does, then I shall attack....
[roll0]
[roll1]
Edit: Psh. Just wait until i'm raging...:smallmad:

[TwoCents]

Quen hesitated, trying to spot what sort of strange creature had tried to grapple him. As it swooped away, he fired.


[roll0] +1 if within 30 ft.
[roll1] +1 if within 30 ft.

[Toliudar]

Iviana

Initiative: [roll0]

She's casting Bless - so, +1 to attack rolls and saves vs fear for everyone after her action.

Slow to sense the approach of the shadowy shapes, Iviana instinctively pulls out a spell to bolster the more martially inclined. Her "Motivation" spell embraces all of her companions. She continues to move towards the cover of a building.

[Neftren]

Answell fires a short blast of phosphorescent blue flame at one of the beasts (B1). From a casual standpoint, it would appear as if Answell didn't even have to aim it. It just unerringly curved, corrected course and slammed into the monster without any effort. "We need to work together to bring down one of the monsters at a time. Get the one that tried to grapple Quen first. It would also be a logical idea if we proceeded to retreat in an orderly fashion towards that dome."

Casting Magic Missile for [roll0] Points of Force Damage. to B1. Yay for auto-hit spells! Pity I only get one of them per day. Wish there was a sorcerer with Wizard Bonus Feats.

[Toliudar]

Iviana

Glancing in the direction that the dome had been before the darkness had fallen, Iviana tried to work out how many minutes of stumbling blindly through the darkness it would take for all of them to reach it. Minutes filled with thousands of these strange shrieking creatures. She gave up.

Or...we could hole up in a building here until the darkness passes.

[An Enemy Spy]

"I say we do that."

[TwoCents]

"Just make sure we pick an unoccupied one, with a roof. I'll cover the retreat as best I can," murmured Quen, trying to spot the enemy flyers in the darkness. "Does anyone have a light source?"

[Neftren]

"Well, if you haven't noticed... my rock is still blazing like a torch up there... if you want to go retrieve it, then we can use it as a torch, rather than a shining beacon of light." Answell points at the rock's location.

TwoCents:It's wise to read posts of other people. :smallwink:

[TwoCents]

"So that would be no, then?" said Quen. "I'm a bit busy to be climbing after pebbles."

Neftren:
A light "tossed on the highest point I can see" is not "having a light source," especially once we move more than 40 feet away.

[An Enemy Spy]

Celine yells, "Did any of you geniuses bring a torch?"

[Toliudar]

Iviana

Iviana is briefly pleased that the young girl's shouting is drawing attention to herself, and therefore presumably away from herself. She looks around for a safe, roofed structure.

Sorry, are we good to proceed to round 2? I've lost track.

[ColonelFuster]

Yeah, me, too. What's going on here, oh great and powerful DM?