Megan's Carrion Crown

Game Master Megan Robertson

Dillan opens the door and leads the way in, "Excuse me gentlemen I wonder if we could ask some you questions?"

Heads turn... and three of the creatures begin to move towards you in a threatening manner, readying clubs. The other five go back to work.

Please make a DC 12 Fortitude save, everyone, to avoid being nauseated by the acidic fumes.

If you wish to fight the three advancing towards you, please roll initiatives and state your intended actions... It will take them a round to get to you and it appears that they have only got melee weapons.

Fort Save 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The rogue's bravery is short lived as he begins hacking and coughing, then quickly backing out the door gasping for fresh air.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

The gas only enrages Barret. He will engage the three who dare to advance!

Punch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Sorin gets ready to shoot an arrow at one of the advancing men, but he sucks in a lungful of fumes when he goes to steady his shot. The caustic vapor burns his lungs and coughing violently he bends over trying to expel the foul substance.
Fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 For once the nauseated condition wears off

My initiatives:

Creature #1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Creature #2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Creature #3: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

They do not seem bothered by the fumes, or maybe it's the cloths they have wrapped around their faces.

How long does it take to go away? Does it end the instant Dillan gets outside?

Initiative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

The effects of fume inhalation will last one round.

But... you have to check every round you are exposed to them. So if you go outside you will recover by the end of the round.

Thanks.

Fort Save 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Init 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

The fumes are to omuch for Tre, who leaves the building, gasping for breath outside.

The game seems to have died .... anyone still up for it?

Still here and waiting.

Also still here

So am I! Where were we...? Ah, yes, outside the Chymic Works getting some fresh air.

I'm good picking things up again. Sorin is going to be retching for the first round.

One of the weird-looking 'mongrel men' pokes his nose out of the door.

"Who ya? Waddya want?"

"Something to control that smell." The rogue utters through hacking coughs. Then looking at the ground before him, his last few meals laying upon it, "And perhaps something to eat once my stomach settles."

Sorin decides to improvise off Dillan's comments, "Yeah, we were just hired to help out here, but no one warned us about the smell. Can you provide us each with one of those masks?"
Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"Smell? I cannae smell a thing."

"Yeah, yah. I'm sure its thanks to those masks. Do you have extra ones for each of us. Things would go a lot easier."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

The mongrel-man scratches his head.

"I reckon."

He disappears inside, returning shortly with some foul-smelling dirty rags.

"Thanks." Sorin binds the rags around his mouth and nose, trying not to gag. "Now, who should we report to?"

Dillan does his best to hide the discomfort with these 'masks' and places it on. "So what is you need us to do?"

The mongrel-man scratches his head, clearly confused.

"Well, who is in charge and where are they? We can go there now? Or if you're the supervisor for this crew, what do you need help with?"

"Um. You'd better come in, I suppose..."

"Ok, let's go." With the mask firmly in place, Sorin follows the man (creature?) back into the building.

Dillan follows behind Sorin allowing him to be the voice while he takes in all the sights...

Perception 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29 +4= 33 vs.conversations, finding traps, concealed or secret objects

Barret follows as well, not too happy about the lack of fighting.

I bet its coming Barret.

The mongrelman leads you back into the room from which he came. This chamber occupies a whole side of the building, from the cellar level below up to the roof high above. Seven iron vats, each ten feet across, occupy the majority of the room. Furnaces fuel the vats at cellar level, while at the ground floor level a series of planks have been laid across the vats to allow passage to a ladder that leads to an iron walkway on the level above. Two ladders also allow access from the planks to the floor below. The air in the chamber is cloying and acidic.

He scampers across the walkways with the ease of long practice, despite the planks between the vats being only ten inches wide. He seems to expect you to follow.

If you do, a DC 10 Acrobatics check, please.

"What do you think is in the vats?" The rogue asks just before following across the planks...

Acrobatics 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"It's better not to know."

"That's for certain."
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Dotting the thread to get it in my games. Also drawing my card for my harrowed feat. 1d54 ⇒ 48 The Unicorn (CG Charisma)

Would someone mind to give me a small description of what relevance this house has and we can do a small rp to get to know one another.

Sure. We've been investigating whether the Beast is really responsible for various crimes in the area around Lepidstadt. One of the leads we found was about a couple guys named Vorkstag and Grine. They apparently brought potions and body parts to an institution that was caring for the mad and deformed. That institution subsequently burned down and the Beast was blamed. We learned that Vorkstag and Grine run the Chymic Works and came to speak with them. Ultimately, we decided to sneak inside. We scared off a flesh golem dog thing that was guarding the place and upon entering found terrible fumes and some strange masked people. We came outside to clear the fumes and found you. Then, we went back inside, negotiated with the men for some masks and now we're following him across these catwalks. I think that's roughly right.

Sounds pretty accurate!

What Sorin said.

Fair enough.

Sorin stumbles back out of the acrid smoke, coughing and wheezing. He looks up to see a couple of newcomers standing by...newcomers who don't look like they come from the Chymic Works themselves. "Um. Hello. Who are you?"

Dillan coughs as they exit the facility, bent at the waist, with his hands resting on his knees. He manages to get out "That...is...truly...repulsive..." between coughs before noticing the new faces outside. "I wouldn't recommend entering that place."

A young girl, barely of age is walking the streets. She shies away as the group comes out coughing and wheezing like victims of a horrific plague. When one speaks to her, she lifts her hand covering her mouth and nose with her robe. Her outfit if a sheet of silken cloth that glimmers like gold elaborately cut hugging her curves and showing just enough of her Varisian skin to entice any red blooded man. Around her waist is a belt wrapped tightly around the girls hips holding a number of bobbled that betray her as a fortune teller.

"Cat got your tongue? Are you with the Chymic Works?"

The girl replies to the man with a honey voice, "I am sorry sir, I do not even know what a 'Chymic Works' is. Is that like an alchemist shop?"

"Not with them then. I think its like an alchemist shop, but mostly the making part, and on a much larger scale. If you're not with them, what brings you here?"

"My services were purchased by Barrister Gustav Kaple. It is for his sake that I have come."

"Kaple, eh? We've met the man. Bit of a nervous sort. Defending the beast right now, isn't he? Is that your business?"

"I defend no man, as in all things, I seek only the truth."

"What's the truth then that you seek?"