icehawk333's Untitled Campaign (Inactive)

Game Master icehawk333

cal lines up his shot, and shoots at the elemental.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The elemental cracks in reponse, and Miachel jams his claw into he resukting crack, cleaving the elemental in two, and it fades into the ground.

Carter pants as he exclaimed "we won! Good job all!" he says as he checks their bodies for any released shadow stuff, or anything else dropped by the creatures and placing them in specifically prepared glass vials

as carter looks for shadowstuff, he finds a farely solid shard of it, not as much as beofre, but probobly useful, and... A sort of brownish, slowly moving liquid, gradually fading int the ground. If picked up, it's goopy, and is about the size of a fist. It manages to stay together at all times.

He puts it in the glass vial as previously mentioned before saying to the others "well then, I suppose we best be heading back outside to see how the summoners fair, perhaps guard them till they wake, and then go home.
out of curiosity, which one did it come from?

brown blob from earth elemental, shard from the snake.

eventuslly, the group ascends again, only to see... One of the sleeping people already in the cave, seemingly placed on a resting place by somone... Only to see the blind one walk down the stairs, carrying another sleeping mage.

"Mm."

Michael grunts in affirmation of their destroying the creatures.

He observes a strange occurrence on the face of one of the mages.

He rubs his eyes, having already wiped the mud and black gunk off of his claws and loading a couple more bullets into the chambers on their way back up.

"Should sleep here tonight. Not up for driving. Need to replace that wheel too.

"you probobly should. You're welcome to stay as long as you need."
her voice seems a little... Off.

Michael looks to the doctor, Cal, and Drake to see if they notice anything off too.

cal pauses a moment at the voice, before determining it was probobly always like that. He looks about, wondring where he should sleep with a a yawn.

Te doctor looks suprised, before sighing and shaking his head. he pulls out his research book and jogs down some notes on their observations so far this trip. He pulls out the two pieces of nightmare fuel and writes down a brief physical description on them. He opens each of the vials up individually and smells what they smell like and jots it down.

The Dr. Falls into a coughing fit after smelling the brown one-'the burns your nose and smells foul, kinda like sniffing acid.

"Need a watch. I'll take first. Then doctor, Cal, Drake. Questions?"

Michael takes charge, being the alpha type he is and not wanting to go through the semantics of who goes when. And he wasn't about to go without a watch in this place after all they'd gone through.

and so, everyone finds a place to rest for the night, and rests. By morning, those who wake up wake up to the scent of... Cooking eggs and meat. Seems somone's makign a meal. When you look about, you see the blind mage sleeping, one of the mage's cooking using a small flame under a pan- the flame has no decernable fuel source. The last mage is nowhere to be seen, likely on a diffrent floor of the cave. Candles and lanterns are lit throghout the cave, lighting the place up after the shadowbeasts had put everything out.

cal sits up and looks about, barely out of his trance.
"Mmm?"

Creater smacks his lips as the smell wakes him up "I smell food..." He says loudly before he stretches and gets up. He walks up to the Mage who was awake and asks "are you feeling better now? Anything we can do to help?"

"Much better, thank you. You helped a lot."

smells like back on the farm stated in a groggy tone

Drake gets up where he was sleeping against a wall and looks at the

i am going to look around to make sure nothing else is around.

He slomps off to patrol.

"You guys got a wagon wheel around here somewhere?"

Michael enters back into the cave, wiping his hands on a rag from where he had been inspecting the caravan.

"... No, we don't. Why?"

"Big scally thing. Maybe a dragon. Took one of ours in the swamp on the way here. Made a replacement, but it won't last long. Probably won't take the trip back. Need a new one."

"A... Dragon? Uhm. Tell me more, please. I'll think on the wheel issue, but... That... Sounds bad. Granted, I don't know much about them. They're ancent history, and really have little to do with my feild of work, but... If there's one here, it becomes... More important."

"I seemed more mischievous than malicious, at first I had considered it it was in league with the fey we encountered shortly before, but now I'm far from sure"

".... You went through the woods to get here? Wow. sorry for the trouble. You... Seem alright. Guess the fey didn't play too rough, this time."

Walking back in drake mumbles

should eat some thing first

"We did mention the fey earlier, but you were *ahem* understandably distracted, "

"Yeah. Sorry.... I mean, you have a normal number of limbs, no scarring... How'd it go?"

"We simply talked for a bit, before he decided to test us, he had us fight a few creatures that he either summoned or created, and the he passed out gifts,Michel's guns were enchanted with fire, seems permanant but I haven't had a chance to run any tests, the little one, he implied would grow wings eventually, drake got a book, I was given this card, and I have no idea what it does" he pulls out the card "he told us to voice our desires using a single word, and I chose wisdom"

"Wow. Almsot makes it seem like a good idea to meet him. We've evaded him for a while."

"He enjoyed us being there, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he viewed us as something slightly more that a combination of a pet and a toy"

"Doesn't suprize me. I'm amazed he gave you anything. I've.. Seen some of the environment there. So many things I'd love to see, but I'm far too afriad of the fey to go look deeper."

"Perhaps test it out first by making some kind of magical constructs that bear your likeness, with some kind of enchantment to allow you to see, hear and speak through the thing, and see what it does to the construct... I'm not sure if that's actually within your capabilities, I know it's not within our own, but that it should be possible"

"You think the fey would take kindly to fake things like that? I'm not sure. He seems rather... Erratic. I met another person who met the fey. He had a few too many eyes, and his hand had been removed. So, my other expereices with they fey haven't been.. Good. But maybe it isn't the same one? Who knows, with those things..."

she fisnishes her cooking, and sits down to eat.
"So, how long have you been a mage?"

"As I said it would be a test, my guess is that there would be about a one in ten chance of it simply destroying or disfiguring it, about a six in ten chance of it talking to you before doing whatever it feels like it, about a one in ten chance of it completely igniting you and a two in ten chance of doing something completely unforesable as to how long, I've been a Mage ever since I found this wand and instinctively used it to cast a spell saving my own life, that was.. Let me think, not quite three years ago, little over two, it was... Difficult until these last couple of months, I had to teach myself, and sift through the fiction to find fact"

"Hmm. So not terribly long. I bet you haven't even looked over what that fey gave you... Can you even use aura sight yet? Do you have a familair? Are you one of those types who've bonded strongly to an object? Ooh, is it that wand? I bet it's that wand. You put any shadowbeast essence in it yet? I've got a little to spare, if you want..."
you might get the feeling she doesn't get to meet new people often.

The professor chuckles "ok in order, not yet, not yet, yes, yes, not yet, all I have is a cold, dark, and earth atuned essence, and I'm waiting until I can find some air or fire, or something else that seems particularially useful,I haven't gotten my hands on any books or people that could tell me for certain if there would be any downside to shoving all the essence I could get my hands on into it, or if I should stick to a particular element,"

"From what I've heard, it hardly matters if you stick to a spesific element, unless it matters what element you use. While I wouldn't hog it all for myself, I don't think putting a lot of it into the wand is a bad idea."

"Gut fealing, observed tendency or commonly upheld beliefs?"

"Like I said, from what I've heard. I've met a few people who've done it before. I've never been able to myself, I don't have that kind of tie to an object."

"If you have a familiar you could fead it to him, or you could consume it bodily yourself," he says shrugging. "You could also fead it to a permanant, but non bonded, magical item, in any case, I heard from a rather reliable source that the element used does have an effect on what changes occur, you may have heard of him, a one, "Mr. Chalk", or at least that's the name he gave me, I know that the blind member of your group has met him..."

"No, sorry, don't know him. I'm not saying it doesn't have an effect, either. It just might change the element of spells you channel through it. Of course,myou could always just use unaligned, or as you said, dark, essence."

He nods and is quiet for a moment before saying [b]"to be honest I am suprised a to see you up already, how are you feeling?"

Michael has already gone back out to the tilted caravan to get some breakfast for himself and Cal.

"I'm fine. Only Mabel's still asleep. She always sleeps late. We always let her."

the woman stands, and after a while of silence, walks over to the sleeping, blind mage, and pulls up a seat and sits nearby.
"So, any more questions?"
the blind mage makes a soft mumbling sound, and squirms a bit.

"At the moment only a couple for you, simply an estimation of when your blindfolded companion would be awake, and if we could stay that long"

"Whenever she feels like it. Sometimes, she'll sleep for days. Thoguh, considring the mumbling, I think she'll come to soon. You're welcome to stay here as long as you need, or until we get sick of you, witchever comes first. So, a few weeks, if you need to."

"Heh. Mable is one of my horse's name too. Small world."

Michael, while being usually gruff and unpersonable smiles at the happenstance as he returns from their cart with a couple loaves of bread and some dried meat in a sack in one hand and several brown bottles in the other. Apparently he isn't against beer for breakfast. Maybe he's one of those people that rarely drinks water on account of the superstition that malific entities can reside in it. Or maybe he /knows/ they can. Either way it would seem he prefers these spirits to those.

the woman looks up to miachel.
"Really now? Is your horse here? I'd love to meet her properly. You so rarely get to see nice animals like that out here."