Fotíste ti Nýchta: Illuminate the Night

[bh18]

Jen's encouragement speech, plus a rush of energy his voice called magic, empowered Glen with the resolve to try again and drew back his bow. His hand was much steadier this time, like the jitters from finding himself in a completely new body were, not gone but suppressed for the moment. Glen released the bowstring, and the arrow struck true to its mark, the 3rd Shadow.

Shortbow Attack 1 Arrow: 17 (Success)
Damage: 8 Piercing
Arrows: 18/20

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Keep in mind that I am the Dungeon Master and if you continue to annoy me, I may have to Destroy you."

Dungeon Master Seraph Darkfire Location: Dungeon of the Final Keep

Mentions: IAmAlpharius bh18 MagicalSnow07 ArbitraryC W WindCrystal

Mood: Ready to Begin.

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Finrich/Glen
In Combat!

Lia/Ashley
In Combat!

Damaia/Erin
Looking around, Erin doesn't notice much, aside from about a thousand other books and the series of tables further in the room. She can't see anything that pops out to her, possibly because her mind is too distracted by the injuries she suffered during combat.

Mourn/Casey
In Combat!

Prenma/Jen
In Combat!

Combat 1: Finrich, Fahalil, Prenma
Initiative Order
Shadow 2
Shadow 3
Finrich
Shadow 1
Fahalil
Prenma

Shadow 3 flinches as an arrow passes into it's body, getting stuck. However, it keeps standing.

Finally free, Shadow 1 moves towards Finrich, arriving directly in front of him after he attacked it's companion. With a silent movement, it reached towards him. It's touch is cold and Finrich begins to feel like something was being pulled out of him.

Finrich takes four points of damage.

Combat 2: Mourn, Lia
Initiative Order
Mourn
Lia
Crocodile

The previous damage to Mourn's leg causes her to stumble as she swings the blade, missing the Crocodile by a few inches but before the creature can retaliate, it's mouth opening wide, an arrow pierces through the roof of it's mouth. With a deep groan, the creature falls fowards and stops moving.

Congratulations! 100 EXP for Mourn and Lia.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."

Fahalil (Alexander) Location: Dungeon of the Final Keep

Mentions:

Mood: Combat Ready!

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Fahalil saw Glen get touched and frowned as he could only watch as his friend was drained of his life force. Suddenly, he could move again. He opened his palm and focused on another spell, a cantrip he knew he could use "Produce Flame" he said as a small flame burst into life within his palm, casting light all around them. He then thrust his hand towards the Shadow that had attacked. The small flame shot forward and gently landed on the creature's chest before exploding out, causing it to wiggle in pain as it was damaged. He grinned before moving forwards to the creature and focusing another spell "Shillelagh" he said grinning as he twisted the staff in his hand and slammed it into the creature's temple, causing it's body to undulate once more from the impact.

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[ArbitraryC]

As the arrow struck home Mourn loosed a relieved sigh.

"Yes, I'm alright," she called back. A clumsy step forward and Mourn aligned the blade with the beasts head. A downward stab ended any misery it might have still experienced. With that done she stepped back, reached a hand down to the mangled leg, and prayed, "Maiden of the Moon, grant this your servant your cool touch."

Magic welled up inaide her but it was wrong why was it wrong. The surge that should have come was little more than a trickle. Instead of sealing the wound over Mourn watched as little more than a clotting of blood and half relief of pain came.

"What...? My Lady, why-" a stutter and Mourn tumbled back into the dark, Casey shunted to the fore, "-didn't that...work. Huh. Um, Ashley, you hurt?" He stepped back from the water.

[[Lay on Hands for 3 hp healed]]

 

[MagicalSnow07]

Ashley shook her head, back in control from Lia after that last arrow was shot. “No, I’m okay” she said, “I knew long range attacks were the way to go” thinking back to when she created this character, she was conflicted about the weapon and class, but obviously she made a good choice.

She walked over to Mourn “do you need help walking?” Ashley offered her hand towards her friend “I can help.”

 

[WindCrystal]

Jen made a noise best described as a warbling squeak as she saw the glutinous-looking shade snare some formless appendage onto Glenn's wrist. Her hands seemed to know what to do better than she-- the moment she was free to move she darted forward and drew her rapier, her fingers finding purchase with ease, and pierceed the shadow's side with a practiced precision.

 

[IAmAlpharius]

Not seeing anything of interest, Damaia a headed to the tables. She took a glance around the area, carefully gathering anything of interest, then turned to leave the library.
[perception: 15]

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Keep in mind that I am the Dungeon Master and if you continue to annoy me, I may have to Destroy you."

Dungeon Master Seraph Darkfire Location: Dungeon of the Final Keep

Mentions: IAmAlpharius bh18 MagicalSnow07 ArbitraryC W WindCrystal

Mood: Ready to Begin.

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Finrich/Glen
In Combat!

Lia/Ashley
Out of Combat. Awaiting next decision.

Damaia/Erin
Damaia is much more focused as she looks around the table. She actually notices two books that really stand out, one just in front of her and one further down at another table. As she goes to pick up the one closest to her, she notices something strange. The dust on the book hasn't been disturbed. Other books have had track marks from small animals or bugs, but this one is completely untouched, as if it'd been avoided purposefully. So thick is this dust that it obscures the title of the book.

The other book she noticed hasn't had this problem, the dust is disturbed on its surface, though the title is still covered up by dust.

As she moves closer to the other book, she happens upon a third book, it's cover not as dusty, showing off its title 'The Nýchta: The All Consuming Night'

Mourn/Casey
Out of combat. Awaiting next decision.

Prenma/Jen
In Combat!

Combat 1: Finrich, Fahalil, Prenma
Initiative Order
Shadow 2
Shadow 3
Finrich
Shadow 1(Dead)
Fahalil
Prenma

Prenma's attack strikes true and pierces through the Shadow's chest. Slowly it dripped around her rapier as it crumbled to the ground in a heap of slowly fading shadows.

Shadow 2 moved forwards and appeared next to Prenma just a moment after her attack finished, reaching towards her and quickly draining her life energy, dealing seven points of damage.

Shadow 3 arrives before Fahalil and repeats the motion of attack, reaching forwards and pushing into his chest, dealing eight points of damage.
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[ArbitraryC]

One is only as strong as their arm. Two are as mighty as the bond they share. Imagine how hard three are to break.

Casey shook Mourn's head, "Y-Yeah, I could. It's weird. I know Mourn is," he peeked at the hit point and Lay on Hands meters, "Yeah still definitely level one. But I could just feel her expecting to heal for more than that. Funkiest shit, lemme tell you."

Before they got underway again, Mourn/Casey cleaned and shouldered the zweihander. Instead the shield was buckled onto their off hand, "Let's take a quick look around then get out of here."

[[Perception 15]]

 

[bh18]

Glen gasped, feeling a sharp chill run through his body, like a piece of himself had just died when the shadow touched him. Thankfully before any more damage could be done, Alex came to his rescue and killed the shadow... however that works.

Then Alex and Jen came under attack, and Glen could not abide by that. Leaving his shortbow in his off hand, Glen drew the dagger he somehow knew was hanging off his belt and went to Jen's aide. He knew he had the advantage in this attack, and that would be incredibly helpful in this strike. Glen's blad lashed out, and with an extra boost from Jen's Inspiration, connected.

Dagger Attack: 11+5 (1d6 Bardic Inspiration) = 16 Success
Damage: 7+5 (1d6 Sneak Attack) = 12

 

[MagicalSnow07]

Ashley watched as Casey looked around, she sighed a relief that the battle was over, she wanted to get out of this room as fast as she could and find the others. If her friends were even here in this dungeon with them.

She glanced around to, though she didn't know what exactly they were looking for.

[Perception 8]

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."

Fahalil (Alexander) Location: Dungeon of the Final Keep

Mentions:

Mood: Combat Ready!

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Fahalil winced slightly as he saw Prenma getting hurt, first by the Shadow and then by Finrich's blade, if only barely. Then he could move once more. He wondered how much health everyone had. His little bars told him he only had three hp left which was dangerously low. In fact, his body felt extremely weak despite not having any actual wounds. Still, he could keep fighting. He pointed his staff towards the shadow that Finrich had just attacked and focused "Produce Flame" he said casting the Cantrip once more. A small flame formed at the tip of his staff and shot forwards. Unfortunately, because of either his weakness or the natural dexterity of the shadows, the attack missed.

"Damn, sorry guys" he said before he turned to focus on his own opponent, which by judging would be the next one to attack after Prenma did, and he was quite low on health, he couldn't take another hit like that. Unfortunately, he couldn't use Shillelagh again either (as it came to my attention that I was using it wrong ). Instead, he just spun his staff and attacked the Shadow in front of him, catching it right in the side of it's head and dealing some damage, though he could tell the blow was weak, especially after the creature didn't die.

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[WindCrystal]

Jen gave a shriek of shock as she dropped the rapier and leapt back, her hand jumping up to cradle her touched wrist. It felt frostbitten, and pins and needles buzzed all up and down her arm like the creature's grasp had neatly pinched off all her nerve endings there. She continued to rub at it as she backed up, eyes scanning, mind racing and blank as she struggled to remember anything about the creature. Alright, so, shadow, shadow that drains life and moves creepy as fuck, had she seen a stat block of something like that before? In a monster manual, or even a homebrew forum? If she could remember she could figure out what these things were weak to...

(Arcana Check 14)

 

[IAmAlpharius]

Erin let out a short gasp at the sight of the dust-covered book. This was clearly what she was in the library for. She reached out for it quickly, and Damaia just managed to keep her from it. Not for the first time, she felt uncomfortable in this body that clearly wasn't fully hers. With a sigh, she moved on to pick up the less threatening book down the table, 'The Nychta'. Having retrieved this, she gingerly picked up the book that just had the title covered, then moved to poke at the covered book with her staff.

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Keep in mind that I am the Dungeon Master and if you continue to annoy me, I may have to Destroy you."

Dungeon Master Seraph Darkfire Location: Dungeon of the Final Keep

Mentions: IAmAlpharius bh18 MagicalSnow07 ArbitraryC W WindCrystal

Mood: Ready to Begin.

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Finrich/Glen
In Combat!

Lia/Ashley
Ashley finds her eye being drawn to the statues in the back, specifically the one on the right, but without getting up closer and Investigating it, she can't figure out what it is that is interesting her.

Damaia/Erin
As she pokes at the final book, from the book with it's title covered comes several lines of runes, spilling out from its pages as it flowed across her skin. Whispers of madness and darkness fill her mind, twisting and temping, trying to drive her mad. Fortunately, her will power is strong enough to resist the whispers for the moment. After a moment, the runes settle down like tattoos across her skin.

Nothing happens when she pokes the other book though. It is as inert as it was before.

Damaia is now cursed. At random times she will require a Wisdom Save.

Mourn/Casey
Casey however is more attracted to the mirrors against the back walls. Despite the torch light, he can still see that the mirrors are glowing softly. He also notices that there is nothing else in the water aiming to kill them. In fact, without the Crocodile, it is almost inviting the two of them to take a swim with it's crystal blue waters.

Prenma/Jen
In Combat!

Combat 1: Finrich, Fahalil, Prenma
Initiative Order
Shadow 2 (Dead)
Shadow 3
Finrich (Opportunity)
Shadow 1(Dead)
Fahalil
Prenma

Finrich's attack shoots forwards and pierces through the shadow he was aiming at, dealing a decent amount of damage, unfortunately, due to the close quarters combat she'd engaged in, Prenma was only barely able to dodge the attack, receiving a scratch on her arm and taking two points of damage.

A few specks of knowledge shows that these creatures are quite strong, however, they are weak to Radiant energy. Healing magic would probably do some damage if either of them had any.

Shadow 2 lurches forwards, aware of Prenma's low life but unfortunately, it left itself open to Finrich's attack, a dagger passed through it before it crumpled into shadow on the ground.

Shadow 3 ignores the events happening further away and focuses it's attention on the small Gnome it is facing. It reached forwards and for a moment it looked like Fahalil was going to bite it but then at the last moment, he was freed from whatever paralysis affected them when it wasn't their turn. He quickly avoided the attack before freezing in place again.
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[bh18]

Wow, I just killed my first Mob! Glen thought after the 2nd Shadow... crumpled? Liquefied? What even happened to a monster of living shadow when it dies? Was it even alive to begin with or did it fall under the Undead umbrella? Actually, scratch that last, Undead didn't include living shadows in any form, save possibly Wraiths, from what he could remember. Unless this fell outside the manuals and was the equivalent of, 'Original Monster Do Not Steal.' Eugh, that raised some unpleasant thoughts.

Thoughts he had no time for because now Alex was threatened and Glen figuratively leaped into action. Using the dagger again Glen moved to flank the remaining shadow, keeping his Advantage and use his Sneak Attack again. Rogue's best tool after all. He had no boost from Jen's inspiration since he used it earlier, but it didn't matter since his dagger connected with the shadow, for what little sense that made. Whatever HP it had left was apparently drained and like its brethren collapsed into a dark pool.

A switch seemed to go off in his head, telling them that combat was over and they could relax for a time. He grabbed that notion with both hands and calmly assessed the situation.

"Holy shit guys are you okay? Anyone bleeding? Cursed? Close to death?! Oh god who's the healer?!"

Okay not.

Attack Dagger: 18 Success
Damage: 5+2 (1d6 Sneak Attack) = 7 Damage.

 

[ArbitraryC]

"Those mirrors," Mourn nodded towards them, "They seem odd to you? Maybe it's just these new eyes playing tricks, but they look to me like they're glowing. Gonna take a closer look."

Even if nothing was visible in the water, Mourn's instincts overrode Casey's and they stayed well away from the water's edge. With shield and warhammer in hand they approached the mirrors and gave them a closer look.

[Investigation 19]

 

[MagicalSnow07]

"Yeah, they do, be careful getting too close" Ashley said, and then noticed the statues of two figures in the back "these statues seem strange too."

She started walking towards the back to take a better look. But she was cautious too, for all she knew in the world of Dungeons and Dragons, anything was possible.
These two statues could move and end up being another set of enemies, she knew both her and Mourn couldn't take another battle right now.

[Investigation: 17]

 

[WindCrystal]

"M'fine." Jen was, very certainly, not fine. Now that combat was over, she sank down against the wall, still rubbing vaguely at her shade-bitten wrist. She felt vaguely nauseous and nearly lightheaded with fatigue, for reasons obvious whenever she shifted her focus to the corner of her gaze and took in her stats. Her hit points were low, where a sliver of red glowed dully where there had once been a healthy green bar. She was surprised that a little chime hadn't set up in her ear like in a Pokémon battle going south, alerting her that she was moments away from... well, honestly, she wasn't sure how things worked here. Was it the old 3.5 rule of "0 is passed out, -10 is dead"? Was death at negative her hit points? Or was this truly all she had-- a measly near-arbitrary 2 all that separated her from whatever awaited after death? She couldn't even be sure the usual rules applied here... were there the gods? The 9 realms? Afterlives, resurrections? Was death just a slap on the wrist and a down payment of a few diamonds or--

Jen had never contemplated her own mortality in quite such technical detail before, nor had she ever seen it laid so plainly, cleanly, and dispassionately before her as today. Her hands were staring to shake once more.

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."

Fahalil (Alexander) Location: Dungeon of the Final Keep

Mentions:

Mood: Exhausted

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"Holy shit guys" Alex said slumping to the ground in an exhausted heap as he tried to process just what they'd been through. It'd been so weird, like his normal reactions were suppressed. How the hell had they faced those things? He normally would have taken off running at first sight of them. And why the hell had they been going in turns?!

"That was fucking nuts" he laughed, just a bit hysterical before he heard Glen asking about injuries "I'm fine, tired as hell though" he checked the little indicators that were his health and spell slots "Damn, I only have three health left" he frowned as he raised his hand and opened it to the ceiling "Goodberry" he mumbled. Suddenly ten small berries appeared in his palm. He laughed softly "Magic is so cool...who is has the lowest health?" he asked looking at the other two.

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[Seraph Darkfire]

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"Keep in mind that I am the Dungeon Master and if you continue to annoy me, I may have to Destroy you."

Dungeon Master Seraph Darkfire Location: Dungeon of the Final Keep

Mentions: IAmAlpharius bh18 MagicalSnow07 ArbitraryC W WindCrystal

Mood: Ready to Begin.

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Finrich/Glen
Awaiting Decision

Lia/Ashley
Ashley notices something really strange about the statue to the right. The cloak around its shoulders isn't stone, it is real, though the rest of the statue is still just stone. It looks as though someone had simply fastened the cloak to the statue.

Damaia/Erin
The curse has done something to Damaia. She is unconscious for the next two turns.
Successful Wisdom save can result in early consciousness.

Mourn/Casey
An image of Mourn is reflected in one of the mirrors, like any other reflective surface. However, after a moment, the image smiles and waves her hand. A cool blue light floats from the mirror and lands on Casey's body. After a few seconds, the image fades away and nothing can be done to bring it back. The other mirror however is simply that, a mirror.

Heal is cast on Mourn. Ten Hit Points are restored.

Prenma/Jen
Awaiting Decision.

Combat 1: Finrich, Fahalil, Prenma
Initiative Order
Shadow 2 (Dead)
Shadow 3 (Dead)
Finrich
Shadow 1(Dead)
Fahalil
Prenma

With all Shadows defeated, the three adventurers find themselves exhausted, both physically and mentally, but alive. Fahalil, in an effort to help his friends, casts a spell known as Goodberry that can heal the consumer one hit point for each berry consumed.

Congratulations! 150 exp to Finrich, Fahalil, and Prenma.

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[bh18]

"Ummm..." Glen focused on the stat block hovering translucent in his periphery; it snapped into focus and he paled upon realizing how close he was to death. "I'm currently 3 out of 7." He saw the berries in Alex's hand after he uttered the spell and could vaguely remember its effects. Each berry restored a certain number of points, what exactly he couldn't remember, but with his admittedly pitiful HP, one berry should be enough. Maybe. "One please."

 

[MagicalSnow07]

Ashley walked towards the stone statue with the cloak. "This looks weird" Ashley called out to Mourn "there's clothes on this one." Being young and curious, Ashley cautiously reached her hand out to touch the cloak. The fabric felt soft like velvet in her hands. "I wonder who would dress up a statue" she mumbled to herself, wondering if she should take it off the statue.

Her tired mind started to drift slowly, and Ashley began to wonder about her other friends as well... 'I wonder if Alex and the others are okay...' she thought to herself, her hand still clutching the fabric of the cloak.

 

[ArbitraryC]

They flinched as the reflection wavered. Hand reaching to draw, Mourn retreated back a pace before the light caught them. As the mild, familiar cool of healing magic washed over their mutilated leg Casey/Mourn relaxed.

"I've heard of stranger," Casey replied, still looking to the mirror as he called to Ashley, "but around here it's n-ah AGH Ashley don't!!" Another leap on now fresh limbs. Mourn saw no threat and so the response was sluggish, but Casey had poured through the Monster Manual enough times to see all the horrors inside that liked to pretend to be clothes.

 

[WindCrystal]

"Um... two. Maybe?" Jen's words here hesitant, a mere guess. She had, really, no idea what she might need. And anyways, her mind felt far too frazzled with lifeforce-loss and fear to do much in the way of mental arithmetic...