Orcula's Domain
Dungeon Master
Amara Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire and Gabriel Mitroglu wake up in a dark room, the light of candles with dancing flames giving an orange hue to the dark plastered woods of the room, a slight musty smell filling the air, probably also coming from the wood, the smell mixing with the musk of blood. The large living room only lights are next to the adventurers you cannot see past the darkness of the room behind them. In front of them, a large painting rests on top of candles in large melted parts, a painting or rather a mirror, displaying a distorted and grotesquely horrible reflection of te adventurers. They realize how blurry any memory of how they ended up is quite blurry, a headahe renting them from fully remembering how they got here. But they know each other already, and confused flashes come back to their mind, but nothing to know what's going on, or how they got here, except for a wizard and perhaps for the image of a ritual near a young woman's corpse... a spell... glyphs around her head... lifeless eyes turning black... and nothingness. Someone they recognize as the wizard from their visions, lie dead in front of them, his back against the wood, still fresh blood flowing on his face from the empty eye socket, his eyes have been ripped out! his blood flowing through the interstices of the cracking floor. (now I would like each of you to introduce his character before reacting, but rather than describing your actual char, describe what the mirror may reflect of your char, a twisted, cursed, and horrific version of it.) Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
The eyes from the tall dragonborn shift from the wizard's body back to the mirror, staring at himelf, stuck in his heavy splint armor. The cape on his shoulder flickered every so slightly, as if an invisble hand was playing with it. The distorted scales on his face look like a widely grimming horrific grimace, his eyes looking nervous, despite all the deadly weapons on his back. He keeps staring at himself, trying to recognise himself in that mirror. He can't stand the look any longer, turning away from it and rubbing his forehead as if it was hurting Amara
I cover my mouth to keep the stench out for a few seconds before slowly letting it go getting used to it as I wake up. Startled a little as I see a dark creature in the mirror. Dark blackend robes that are torn and shredded drapped around the whicked body. Not a face visible only a tunnel of endles darkness under the black hood a darkness pierec why two red glowing eyes and a eyes that burn and never blink. Starting an eternity from th deep and endless darkness. Gabriel Mitroglu
few highlights of grey hair are still attached to his scalp, which is quite visible with all the fallen hair. there is some shady thing on his scalp, through the hair~ it looks like ash but it has a darker shade. the tip of his pointy elf ears is split in half. his lips have a couple of scars, considering its colour they are quite old. the face skin is all coiled, full of wrinkle and his eyes have no spark, his eye core almost completely blank~ the common clothes hang on the poor figure, clearly oversized, it gives him a general look of a ghost, a lost ghost wandering after the many battles he fought Dungeon Master
(perception check DC 14) by looking at a deformed cereflet with barbaric features in the mirror, you can see a shape, this one slipping through the shadows, a young woman, with long black hair covering her face, is standing in the distance, in the darkness behind you DC 18) in addition to the horrible reflection, what seems around you is not much better, the reflections of the light on the armor of the dragonborn creating shadows, shadows seem surprisingly energetic near the corpse of the wizard Gabriel Mitroglu
stares blankly into the mirror and gestures randomly to make sure the figure reflected is trully himself. he isnt able to do much. lots of thoughts pass through his mind as his eyes flicker quickly through the room, trying to collect lots of information. with all that brain activity, his body remains still Amara
I hiss as I look around the room a dagger in hand as I take a step or two back from the mirror.
I do not turn around. Throwing an eye up at the dragon born from under my hood as I whisper.
He looks over his shoulder, eventually turning fully around, his cape waving right after him. He straightens up himself, staring at the so said end of the room, menacing Dungeon Master
despite the lack of light except for the candles, it seem quite clear there is nothing at the end of this room when you turn around to face it, if there was something you could at least see its shape... but nothing. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Alarmed by the body of his former friend and because of... other reasons, he pulls the great maul from his back, gripping it tightly with both hands
I draw my rapier and turn around with the dragonborn. Staying sharp and on guard for anything. Dungeon Master
As you shout in that direction, the wind howls through the boards, sweeping away the faint candle light, while you can hear a murmur among the gusts of wind
I grumble a little and take a step towards this end of the room, my eyes daring around not to get surprised. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Lurocks gribs the shaft of the maul tighter, letting out a little threatening growl, but nothing else, drawing all of his focus to the place he has seen the shape earlier, ready to strike. Dungeon Master
the paladin might try to guess the rogue position, as each of her steps makes the wood crack in this annoying sound, she's moving further away, toward the position the shape is supposedly was. All of you may hear various whisper
The dragonborn lets out a little curse, putting down his maul and roams through his bag, eventually grabbing the hooded lantern and the tinderbox, hitting it multiple times to ignite a small light again, just before he was about to panic Amara
I look at the little puddle and walk up closer to see it's refelection before looking up aswell. My fingers drawn to the doorknob. Gabriel Mitroglu
his movements are slow. he doesnt flinch at the hearing of the whispers as he's almost deeply buried into various thoughts that were already roaming through his head makes a couple a steps towards where such body should have been and tightens the grip on the shield, putting himself in front of the dragonborn his eyes are peeled, following with attention amara's moves, eagerly waiting for some feedback
the sparks give a brief flash of light, as Lurok struggles to light his lantern, each shot allowing to see, in a flash, an obscure form rising, threateningly behind him, while finally, the shadow prepares to act, the fire finally spreads in his lantern, letting him see the monster, although too late. The monster come, striking at the dragonborn, sipping its strength and life force 11 necrotic damage, and your strength score is reduced by 1 Gabriel Mitroglu
he flinches as the creature appears. he braces his shield and quickly draws his rapier, hasting to sting it rages and~... Dungeon Master
the rapier lashes in the air, striking the dark creature, a howl escaping what appears to be his head as the blade lash though it's almost ethereal body. Amara
I watch the monster slowly appear from thein air beforetaking the dragon born. Takeing a few steps in a cirlcle to get closer before I take a little leap to strike at the beast from the other side. Stabbing it with the silvered rapier. Dungeon Master
the rapier pierces though the dark shadow, a dark mist oozing from the wound as yet another howl can be heard, a howl in which a word can be percieved
Luroks quickly exchanges the lantern for his greatsword, realising what kind of creature they are facing. He wants to go sure to annihilate it completly and send it back to the shadow realm
the blade, in the righteous hand of the paladin, slash the air and the monster in a quick motion from top to bottom, the flame of the lantern flickering due to the motion, barely letting everyone see the strike, as in the blink of an eye, the monster was gone, it has disappeared from this plane after the powerful attack! Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks stores his weapon, picking up the lantern again and heads over to the dead body of the wizard, trying to pick her up
sighs disappointed as he briefly closes his eyes, and puts back his rapier as well as lowering his shield did that thing just tried to accuse us? pathetic~ says with a dull tone more likely...how the hell have we ended up here? Amara
I look a little bit confused at Luroks as he get's the body.
with the lantern now emitting light as you approach the wizard body something seem odd investigation DC 12 It lack its shadow Amara
what? his eyes quickly dart toward the body in question Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
He stops, already bent down to the body, staring down at it as soon he hears these words. He hesitates for a few seconds, but nevertheless picks up the body, laying it over his shoulder
as everyone is so focused on the body, blood starts to pour from its eyes, in an unreasoned amount, staining the paladin's armor, as it drips on the floor, forming the sentence YOU KILLED ME for a few second, before it sips through the cracks of the floor, and diseappear. Amara
the door leading to yet another room, made of the same moldy dark wood, with the same stinking smell and lack of light, a long red carpet leading to a table with 2 chairs, relatively well manufactured, the table has silver plates, and a plateau hiding what is to eat. A lady, sat down on one of the two chairs, long and messy black hair covering her face, making you unable to see her face, as she is in a black robe, with red broderie. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Lurocks carefully puts down the body of their companion, wiping the blood from the eyes before pulling out his longsword, his other hand still holding the lantern infront of him
walks slowly around, looking at the lady from different angles and rising up his shield, of course keeping some distance from her as he walks in a semi-circle Dungeon Master
I stay quiet and stick to the shadows myself even though they feel more dangerous in this house. Gabriel Mitroglu
a couple of steps after i see my mirror self, i stop walking i look up at the other two and slowly approach the table Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
this is not the real thing, is it? his eyes widening as to capture every motion, not only at the table but also around, in the 'shadow', as far as his eyes ca capture Dungeon Master
Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire as you walk closer to her, it seems like there is actually another lady, just like her, sat on the other side of the table, both with their head tilted and both talking
he stares at his reflection till he reach the table. he slams his shield on it and slowly pushes it forth, grinding it on the surface of the table till their shields would touch~ eyes always peeled on the reflection Dungeon Master
she just starts to laugh and say
As you ram the shield though the table, grinding against the table and rushing to the other side, you blast through a mirror, suddenly appearing to the paladin, and the various shard cutting you for 5 slashing damage the rushing fighter launching the beating heart to the other side of the room as it blast in. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks flinches for a second after all that, giving the fighter an angry glare
aagh! fuck! he bounces back a couple of steps this is weird~ says as his heart speeds up in beat rate and looks at the heart on the plateau im curious~ yet this may be too dangerous for blind exploration. hasty looks around, trying to spot the rogue i.... his eyes are back on the heart, and bonks it with his finger Dungeon Master
manwhile, Amara, hidden within the shadow, ain't that far from the wall as he door appear and start to wildly open and shut after the lady disappeared, they calm down, but she's the closest to realize just how many of those doors are on the walls, with various shape and size. all still giving this dark impression. for Gabriel Mitroglu, bonking the heart, it squirts some blood out, but still seem to beat with this uncanny beat the mist howling again, whispering for all to hear,
huh~ sighs as he grabs the heart with his own hand and squeezes it with all his strength, willing the shred it Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
the heart squeak and twitch in the palm of your hand, more blood squirting out, as your hand deform it, the last beating make the bloody skin rub in your hand, before it stops, horribly deformed, midway between the shape of your hand and an actual heart Gabriel Mitroglu
then he switches his attention away from the table, noticing all those door he questions himself which way to go
whats wrong with you? i am trying to see through this! like the mirror. so... did you?? Dungeon Master
despite the lay on hand, the organ keeps its malformed shape, but the energy you pour in it makes it start to beat again. Amara
i said... looking at nes did you see the lady the whole time or did you see your own abominable reflection? Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Gabriel Mitroglu and amara take 2 psychic damage Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire take 4 psychic damage you suddenly are all shaken by flashes, part of your memories are coming back, the wizard, a ritual, glyph and... and yes, the wizard, he was doing a divination ritual near a young lady dead body, it was halloween night, something was special that night... and the vision stop again Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
rubs his forehead a bit as part of memories came back. he nods at the dragon born and follows through the door Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
the door lead to a strange room, a labyrinth of some sort, all the wall being made with mirror, the sight of your horrific self facing you once again being quite disturbing to try and pass this place Amara
I look around and get strtled again a little but keep up with the others to get through the labyrinth. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
we could break them also~ just watch for the shards Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
here we go. you got a plan as always. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
thanks to the rope helping you to keep track of where you did go, and where you didn't, you do find your way in the labyrinth quickly enough, tho, the numerous reflection let you witness horrors that can't be described, regularly, the mirror seems to deform, showing faces that you seem to recognize, people you love, family, friends, but getting closer only make the mirror take back its original shape (perception dc 13) and, you can catch a few glimpses here and there, of the lady from the previous room in those reflections, lurking behind you, her face still hidden with her long dark hair after this labyrinth, there is only 20ft left before the next door, the wood in here, seem even weaker, huge slash, traces of previous strikes marking the wood. Amara
I walk through the labyrinth and look back a few times, strtled by something there before going forward again once I don't see anything there anymore. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks quickly pulls the rope, getting it back to himself once they're out of the labyrinth and out of sight of these horrific visages staring back at him from the mirrors
tries to not look affected by the images he sees and growls a bit Dungeon Master
a blade drops from the roof as Lurkos walk to the door, where the strike is, jumping outward, he dodges it manly, as it only barely cut him for 5 slashing damage Amara
I gasp as I see the blade strik our dragonborn, making sure not to step where he did, throwing a look back in the labyrinthe to make sure nothing follows Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks lets out a slight growl, erestoring 10 HP to himself with another use of lay on hands
you can all see the lady appearing behind Luroks as he says that, a few inch away from his face, as she says on a melodic tone in his ear
I frown as I see and hear everything unflod looking at the others.
flinches at the appearance of the lady again, then looks at the sentence you gotta be kidding me... looks back towards where they came from you said what, amara? when? Amara
frowns i saw...nothing but our abominable reflections! okay, lets not waste more time. back to the mirrors room. maybe we do have to break some glass to see the door~ says while glaring at the paladin. Dungeon Master
the person leading as you go though the labyrnth again, could you make a survival check. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
weren't you a paladin? how could you go down to such things? chuckles softly as he tries to tease him, also trying to cheer up the atmosphere a lil bit, aaaand takes the lead, with the shield up. Dungeon Master
at first, you try to take a very similar path to the one you took previously, but, have you made a mistake, or are things different? because you do not end up in the middle of the labyrinth, nor on the other side, the haunting face still appearing on your path, and the horrific appearance here once again. The lady once again followed you, this time, even Amara keen vision didn't spotted it, and as you wander in this labyrinth, suddenly, shard of the mirror break apart around, flying through the air as the lashes toward gabriel for a total of 34 slashing damage
he groans in pain and rages. he lifts up his shield again and draws his weapon~ and dashes to her Dungeon Master
another creature, seemingly the same, that you could swear was a reflection of the original one, is far to real near Lukros and Amara, shard of the glass cracking off the mirrors in a horrible sound, and slashing amara for 18 damage and lukros for 20 damage the various shard of glass stuck in between your respective armor. Amara
I try to turn away but feel the shards slice me anyway. I keep my turn going into a spin to use the momentum to rush towards the refelection attacking use, stabbing it with my silvered rapier. Dungeon Master
illusion or not, the speed at wich she dodge that attack was rather uncanny, her hair almost revealing her face as they move around in her dodge Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Writhing in pain, Luroks grabs his greatsword once again, casting a branding smit as his bonus action and strikes his blade at the creature he just got hit from and goes for another one. Luroks channels the blessed energy putting a divine smite ontop of the creature, exterminating it once and for all Dungeon Master
the weapon glow with radiant energy, the flame burning through the monstrous skin, as she yell in pain
attacks the lady near him Dungeon Master
as Gabriel Mitroglu attack the lady near him, the blade slash though her with ease, until it smack on the ground as he realize it was only an illusion the real one, however, tilt her head at the two fighting near her, going after the paladin she put her hand on the shard already in him, or at least one of them, and drag it further down, causing an immense pain to the dragonborn with 21 slashing damage she then disappear again, only for you to realize, she on your left 60ft away, seemlingly appearing from a reflection in a mirror, in yet another corridor of this mysterious place Amara
I look to strike the women but cannot as she teleports away from us seeing her shape in the corner of my eye. I shoot a firebolt at her. Dungeon Master
the firebolt light the obscure area except for the dragonborn lantern, the bal of light catapulted in the air toward the monster, striking her as a black burning mark appear on the spot she was shot Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks hurries after the creature, using his remaining healing points, granting himself a refresher one last time. It's not looking good, but it's not time yet to go down. He also remembers the healing potion and as he is running towards the lady, he jugs one of them down He doesn't take his eyes off of this creature, swearing to himself to take her down Gabriel Mitroglu
without even seeing her, he breaks a couple of mirrors within his reach Dungeon Master
with those attack, you manage to break 3 mirrors around but, you take 2 slashing damage as the shard drop on you Gabriel Mitroglu
with the remaining movement if there is any, moves towards an area with more mirrors Dungeon Master
the monster, still 30ft away from the paladin, take a few step back to be 50ft, as more mirro shard make a whistling sound as they slash the air toward the paladin, one missing and hitting a nearby mirror, another, slashing its cheek for 22 slashing damage leaving an horrible scar upon the cheek Amara
I begin running with the dragonborn paladin running through the hallway with windows letting my rapier hit one of them to have it's shard fall down harmless to the floor. Dungeon Master
the swift rogue run at an incredible path in the tight corridor, getting past the paladin with grace as she smash a miror on her way, a noticeable angry grin appearing on the lady's face Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Lurkos groans, getting anoyed by that kind of fighting and gets out his shield to get a bit more of cover from the shards, his greatsword still in one of his hands, rather getting dragged behind him than really wielding it
the ball swirl and turn a they lash toward the lady, but the corridor is to tight, and they smash yet another mirror instead Gabriel Mitroglu
keeps breaking mirrors around Dungeon Master
As the fighter get closer, he break more and more mirrors, breaking 4 of them on it's way, and now in the same alignement with the other, able to see the action as he even make 10ft toward lukros, amara and the faceless lady. She look left and right, visibly annoyed by the recent action, throwing yet another 2 shards toward the adventurers, but distracted by her annoyance, she miss both, behind her, only 10ft more before a dead end.
I duck and weave during my run to doge the shards she throws at me. Averting my eyes for a second as all the faces appear but storming through with extra vigour before I reach striking distance. Dungeon Master
as you slide across the horrific face, their face look so painful you could almost imagine those people crying for help, your weapon pierce in the horrific lady's leg
Luroks runs up the creature, spotting all the painful faces around her appearing in the mirrors. He stores the shield on his back, raising his greatsword over his head, casts another branding smite on his blade and channels divinity for a dragon's leap as soon as he is in range, jumping over 30ft at the demon with an overhead thrust Dungeon Master
the dragonborn make an incredible jump, you could swear he had the might of bahamut as he jump, sword in hand, on his target, the impact of the powerful jump making her fall, as he planted his sword in her chest with a divine glow, making her struggle and twist in pain once again.. the struggling move her hair, so much so that, you may see her face, despite Gabriel Mitroglu catching only glimpse of it, you all are struck by hit.... Amara take 4 psychic damage lukros and Gabriel Mitroglu take 8 psychic damage Everything is clear now, this woman, she was a friend, at least she has the face of a friend you knew, except for her eyes, missing, leaving gaping holes, giving towards a dark abyss of blood and flesh. the young woman whose appearance she looks like was indeed your friend, discovering that she had been killed by an anti-magic holypertuis cult, you decided to use the services of a divination magician to make the dead talk, Halloween night is known to give dark omens, but it is also a night when the stars are aligned, and when the powers of divination are stronger than ever. Even the paladins, rather against this kind of practice, are vengeful spirit had the upper hand, these dogs had to pay their affront. And so you took your friend's body to make the dead talk. Nevertheless, it seems that the rumors were true, attempting to divination on the dead is a dangerous practice, powerful spirits are often called at the same time, and the Oracula is known to punish those who use divination on the dead. the darkness of her missing eyes look at the paladin
Seeing the badly wounded this demon makes my friend I charge again but without saying anthing catching her by surprise with my silvered rapier. Dungeon Master
charging at the rescue, the elf come, striking with her silvered weapon, the light that as now disappeared from lurkos vision, as well as everything else, flickering on the blade as she pierce her chest again, causing another scream of pain. The various faces and shape in the mirros, seemingly calling for helps, the few that do not seem to be in pain, seem to judge you all, to judge the terrible act you've made Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
The vision redening for Luroks, soon turning into total darkness, makes him panic slightly. Atleast he don't have to stare at all those faces in the mirror anymore and atleast he can still feel the sahft of his greatsword in his hands. Assuming that thing is still at the same position, laying prone still right infront of him, he thrusts down his blade two more times, putting everything into it, even if it was his last attack Dungeon Master
bringing your holy weapon down once again, you pierce though the oracula's chest one last time, ripping where her heart is supposed to be, you can hear the distant sound of the heart you healed before bursting, as the wraith lady start t disappear but, as she disappear, it seem like reality itself is wrapping and twisting around you the various mirror bursting into sharp shards, the sound hurting your ear with how loud it is, the crackling wood exploding as it bend and twost in unatural way, and a misty fog growing around you. It grow and grow, engulfing more and more of the room, of everything, and before you know it, you're in the ethereal plane, blurry motion of the event that lead you hear flashing in front of your eyes, for those that have some left, as you drift in the plane toward the ethereal border crossing it as you propelled out by the implosion of the oracula's demiplane, you're launched back into the material plane, back were it all started, at holypertuis cemetary, on this halloween night, the body of your dead friend still lifeless, now missing her eyes, and the wizzard you payed for the ritual missing, as the answer you looked for originaly.
Amara Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire and Gabriel Mitroglu wake up in a dark room, the light of candles with dancing flames giving an orange hue to the dark plastered woods of the room, a slight musty smell filling the air, probably also coming from the wood, the smell mixing with the musk of blood. The large living room only lights are next to the adventurers you cannot see past the darkness of the room behind them. In front of them, a large painting rests on top of candles in large melted parts, a painting or rather a mirror, displaying a distorted and grotesquely horrible reflection of te adventurers. They realize how blurry any memory of how they ended up is quite blurry, a headahe renting them from fully remembering how they got here. But they know each other already, and confused flashes come back to their mind, but nothing to know what's going on, or how they got here, except for a wizard and perhaps for the image of a ritual near a young woman's corpse... a spell... glyphs around her head... lifeless eyes turning black... and nothingness. Someone they recognize as the wizard from their visions, lie dead in front of them, his back against the wood, still fresh blood flowing on his face from the empty eye socket, his eyes have been ripped out! his blood flowing through the interstices of the cracking floor. (now I would like each of you to introduce his character before reacting, but rather than describing your actual char, describe what the mirror may reflect of your char, a twisted, cursed, and horrific version of it.) Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
The eyes from the tall dragonborn shift from the wizard's body back to the mirror, staring at himelf, stuck in his heavy splint armor. The cape on his shoulder flickered every so slightly, as if an invisble hand was playing with it. The distorted scales on his face look like a widely grimming horrific grimace, his eyes looking nervous, despite all the deadly weapons on his back. He keeps staring at himself, trying to recognise himself in that mirror. He can't stand the look any longer, turning away from it and rubbing his forehead as if it was hurting Amara
I cover my mouth to keep the stench out for a few seconds before slowly letting it go getting used to it as I wake up. Startled a little as I see a dark creature in the mirror. Dark blackend robes that are torn and shredded drapped around the whicked body. Not a face visible only a tunnel of endles darkness under the black hood a darkness pierec why two red glowing eyes and a eyes that burn and never blink. Starting an eternity from th deep and endless darkness. Gabriel Mitroglu
few highlights of grey hair are still attached to his scalp, which is quite visible with all the fallen hair. there is some shady thing on his scalp, through the hair~ it looks like ash but it has a darker shade. the tip of his pointy elf ears is split in half. his lips have a couple of scars, considering its colour they are quite old. the face skin is all coiled, full of wrinkle and his eyes have no spark, his eye core almost completely blank~ the common clothes hang on the poor figure, clearly oversized, it gives him a general look of a ghost, a lost ghost wandering after the many battles he fought Dungeon Master
(perception check DC 14) by looking at a deformed cereflet with barbaric features in the mirror, you can see a shape, this one slipping through the shadows, a young woman, with long black hair covering her face, is standing in the distance, in the darkness behind you DC 18) in addition to the horrible reflection, what seems around you is not much better, the reflections of the light on the armor of the dragonborn creating shadows, shadows seem surprisingly energetic near the corpse of the wizard Gabriel Mitroglu
stares blankly into the mirror and gestures randomly to make sure the figure reflected is trully himself. he isnt able to do much. lots of thoughts pass through his mind as his eyes flicker quickly through the room, trying to collect lots of information. with all that brain activity, his body remains still Amara
I hiss as I look around the room a dagger in hand as I take a step or two back from the mirror.
W-we're not alone.Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
What do you mean?The dragonborn turns around to the creature covered in clothes. He introduced himself as Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire, a paladin, but after seeing them struggle with his name, he allowed them to call him just 'Luroks'
Because of the body?Amara
I do not turn around. Throwing an eye up at the dragon born from under my hood as I whisper.
A girl, behind us. End of the room. The body of the wizard does strange things to the light though...Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
He looks over his shoulder, eventually turning fully around, his cape waving right after him. He straightens up himself, staring at the so said end of the room, menacing Dungeon Master
despite the lack of light except for the candles, it seem quite clear there is nothing at the end of this room when you turn around to face it, if there was something you could at least see its shape... but nothing. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Alarmed by the body of his former friend and because of... other reasons, he pulls the great maul from his back, gripping it tightly with both hands
Show yourself!Amara
I draw my rapier and turn around with the dragonborn. Staying sharp and on guard for anything. Dungeon Master
As you shout in that direction, the wind howls through the boards, sweeping away the faint candle light, while you can hear a murmur among the gusts of wind
you have sinnedAmara
I grumble a little and take a step towards this end of the room, my eyes daring around not to get surprised. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Lurocks gribs the shaft of the maul tighter, letting out a little threatening growl, but nothing else, drawing all of his focus to the place he has seen the shape earlier, ready to strike. Dungeon Master
the paladin might try to guess the rogue position, as each of her steps makes the wood crack in this annoying sound, she's moving further away, toward the position the shape is supposedly was. All of you may hear various whisper
You altered the natural orderAmara, that keep on walking, finally reach were the shape supposedly was, only to see she's now on the other end of the room, a rotten door, closed near her, and blood dripping from the roof, making for a reflective red pool near said door Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
You attempted to scry upon those that shouldn't be interrogated
You have sinned
The stars are aligned, and you've tried to gather their power
The dragonborn lets out a little curse, putting down his maul and roams through his bag, eventually grabbing the hooded lantern and the tinderbox, hitting it multiple times to ignite a small light again, just before he was about to panic Amara
I look at the little puddle and walk up closer to see it's refelection before looking up aswell. My fingers drawn to the doorknob. Gabriel Mitroglu
his movements are slow. he doesnt flinch at the hearing of the whispers as he's almost deeply buried into various thoughts that were already roaming through his head makes a couple a steps towards where such body should have been and tightens the grip on the shield, putting himself in front of the dragonborn his eyes are peeled, following with attention amara's moves, eagerly waiting for some feedback
so?'Dungeon Master
the sparks give a brief flash of light, as Lurok struggles to light his lantern, each shot allowing to see, in a flash, an obscure form rising, threateningly behind him, while finally, the shadow prepares to act, the fire finally spreads in his lantern, letting him see the monster, although too late. The monster come, striking at the dragonborn, sipping its strength and life force 11 necrotic damage, and your strength score is reduced by 1 Gabriel Mitroglu
he flinches as the creature appears. he braces his shield and quickly draws his rapier, hasting to sting it rages and~... Dungeon Master
the rapier lashes in the air, striking the dark creature, a howl escaping what appears to be his head as the blade lash though it's almost ethereal body. Amara
I watch the monster slowly appear from thein air beforetaking the dragon born. Takeing a few steps in a cirlcle to get closer before I take a little leap to strike at the beast from the other side. Stabbing it with the silvered rapier. Dungeon Master
the rapier pierces though the dark shadow, a dark mist oozing from the wound as yet another howl can be heard, a howl in which a word can be percieved
vengeance...the dark monster, a gloom shape, keeps one sucking the paladin life essence, it seems like the monster has no regard for its own health, as it keeps on trying to suck the holy one's life forces. Thankfully, it looks like without the surprise, the light was weakening him, enough at least for the monster to not be able to attack Luroks again. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks quickly exchanges the lantern for his greatsword, realising what kind of creature they are facing. He wants to go sure to annihilate it completly and send it back to the shadow realm
Vengeance is the right word!He screams, executing two harsh overhead thrusts with his silvered sharp blade Dungeon Master
the blade, in the righteous hand of the paladin, slash the air and the monster in a quick motion from top to bottom, the flame of the lantern flickering due to the motion, barely letting everyone see the strike, as in the blink of an eye, the monster was gone, it has disappeared from this plane after the powerful attack! Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks stores his weapon, picking up the lantern again and heads over to the dead body of the wizard, trying to pick her up
We have to get out of here... As soon as possibleGabriel Mitroglu
sighs disappointed as he briefly closes his eyes, and puts back his rapier as well as lowering his shield did that thing just tried to accuse us? pathetic~ says with a dull tone more likely...how the hell have we ended up here? Amara
I look a little bit confused at Luroks as he get's the body.
Are you sure?I ask while moving to the door I say earlier, opening it with one hand while my rapier is in the other. Dungeon Master
with the lantern now emitting light as you approach the wizard body something seem odd investigation DC 12 It lack its shadow Amara
Lurocks. the body... it has no shadow.Gabriel Mitroglu
what? his eyes quickly dart toward the body in question Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
He stops, already bent down to the body, staring down at it as soon he hears these words. He hesitates for a few seconds, but nevertheless picks up the body, laying it over his shoulder
That's why we must move quicklyDungeon Master
as everyone is so focused on the body, blood starts to pour from its eyes, in an unreasoned amount, staining the paladin's armor, as it drips on the floor, forming the sentence YOU KILLED ME for a few second, before it sips through the cracks of the floor, and diseappear. Amara
I agree let's get out of here.I say now opening the door and walking out before the others. Gabriel Mitroglu
huh? do you maybe know someth~...his body freezes a bit as he looks at the blood without saying anything else, he makes the first few steps towards the exit while still looking at the body, and follows amara through the exit Dungeon Master
the door leading to yet another room, made of the same moldy dark wood, with the same stinking smell and lack of light, a long red carpet leading to a table with 2 chairs, relatively well manufactured, the table has silver plates, and a plateau hiding what is to eat. A lady, sat down on one of the two chairs, long and messy black hair covering her face, making you unable to see her face, as she is in a black robe, with red broderie. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Lurocks carefully puts down the body of their companion, wiping the blood from the eyes before pulling out his longsword, his other hand still holding the lantern infront of him
Greeting lady. Could you explain what's going on around here?He says, not really expecting an answer from her Gabriel Mitroglu
walks slowly around, looking at the lady from different angles and rising up his shield, of course keeping some distance from her as he walks in a semi-circle Dungeon Master
you... You did it all, you're going on here, you called this curse upon yourself by your own meanshe say, on a low, almost whispering tone, tilting her still hidden face toward you Gabriel Mitroglu as you walk around the lady disappear, and you see the horrific version of yourself walking on the other side of the table Amara
I stay quiet and stick to the shadows myself even though they feel more dangerous in this house. Gabriel Mitroglu
a couple of steps after i see my mirror self, i stop walking i look up at the other two and slowly approach the table Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
What did we do? We just woke up here and our friend next to us... Dead. Explain yourself! Where are we?Despite his anger he just goes a few more steps, slowly getting closer to her
Be careful!Gabriel Mitroglu
this is not the real thing, is it? his eyes widening as to capture every motion, not only at the table but also around, in the 'shadow', as far as his eyes ca capture Dungeon Master
Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire as you walk closer to her, it seems like there is actually another lady, just like her, sat on the other side of the table, both with their head tilted and both talking
you fooled with the dead, you tinkered with life itself, now you'll have to face my wrathshe says, still in this calm, emotionless, and low tone. Gabriel Mitroglu the voice of the lady echo through the room, letting you hear her every word, but in front of you, is the horrific version of yourself on the other side of that table Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
I'm a man of oaths and gods. I am not fooling around with the dead or death itself. That all sounds like a big misunderstanding!Once he sees the other lady appear, he reaches out his blade, pointing the tip of it right at the table inbetween them, but stops walking.
Tell us the way out of here!Gabriel Mitroglu
he stares at his reflection till he reach the table. he slams his shield on it and slowly pushes it forth, grinding it on the surface of the table till their shields would touch~ eyes always peeled on the reflection Dungeon Master
she just starts to laugh and say
a man of the darkness, with a curse so strong, even I can feel it, haunted by tragic memories...as she laughs, doors you didn't know even existed start to slam open and shut all around, they appeared on the surrounding wall, the loud sound they produce echoing in the dark room, the light of the lantern flickering again, and with yet another howling, the lady disappears. the silver plateaux that were covering something as been pushed away violently, exposing a heart, beating, pumping the last drop of blood it has on the napkin. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
What... By all the godsLuroks stares at the scene which is presented to him. Turning around one more turn to the body of the wizard, he eventually dares to step closer, taking a closer look at the heart
What is that...? All of that?!Dungeon Master
As you ram the shield though the table, grinding against the table and rushing to the other side, you blast through a mirror, suddenly appearing to the paladin, and the various shard cutting you for 5 slashing damage the rushing fighter launching the beating heart to the other side of the room as it blast in. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks flinches for a second after all that, giving the fighter an angry glare
What in the hells... Don't do that again, alright?Gabriel Mitroglu
aagh! fuck! he bounces back a couple of steps this is weird~ says as his heart speeds up in beat rate and looks at the heart on the plateau im curious~ yet this may be too dangerous for blind exploration. hasty looks around, trying to spot the rogue i.... his eyes are back on the heart, and bonks it with his finger Dungeon Master
manwhile, Amara, hidden within the shadow, ain't that far from the wall as he door appear and start to wildly open and shut after the lady disappeared, they calm down, but she's the closest to realize just how many of those doors are on the walls, with various shape and size. all still giving this dark impression. for Gabriel Mitroglu, bonking the heart, it squirts some blood out, but still seem to beat with this uncanny beat the mist howling again, whispering for all to hear,
face me, and you'll be free, defeat me, and you'll live another dayGabriel Mitroglu
huh~ sighs as he grabs the heart with his own hand and squeezes it with all his strength, willing the shred it Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Wha wha wha...?! What are you doing?!Luroks quickly rushes over the last few steps, unable to do anything but to stare at the heart getting squished
Stop it! Stop touching things!Dungeon Master
the heart squeak and twitch in the palm of your hand, more blood squirting out, as your hand deform it, the last beating make the bloody skin rub in your hand, before it stops, horribly deformed, midway between the shape of your hand and an actual heart Gabriel Mitroglu
then he switches his attention away from the table, noticing all those door he questions himself which way to go
we shall not fall for these childish tricks!...did you guys see again your abomination reflection instead of the lady, oorrrr...my...reflection?Amara
What? I've been looking at these doors but there's so many, what way do we go?Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Shut it! Shut the hell up! And stop touch anything...Luroks puts down the lantern and the sword for a moment, laying his hands on the heart and spends 7 points to restore some life into it
A heart must be preserved... Not crushedGabriel Mitroglu
whats wrong with you? i am trying to see through this! like the mirror. so... did you?? Dungeon Master
despite the lay on hand, the organ keeps its malformed shape, but the energy you pour in it makes it start to beat again. Amara
What are you two doing?! We should get out of here.Gabriel Mitroglu
i said... looking at nes did you see the lady the whole time or did you see your own abominable reflection? Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Ohh and you are trying to see with your hand? Why don't we just check one of these doors and get out of here before you do anything stupid?He growls slightly, picking lantern and sword back up, finally heading to the mentioned mirror Gabriel Mitroglu
I...no one was acting so...i tried to see through things myself is right behind the paladinDungeon Master
Gabriel Mitroglu and amara take 2 psychic damage Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire take 4 psychic damage you suddenly are all shaken by flashes, part of your memories are coming back, the wizard, a ritual, glyph and... and yes, the wizard, he was doing a divination ritual near a young lady dead body, it was halloween night, something was special that night... and the vision stop again Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Fine fine... Whatever. Let's head out of hereHe goes over to pick up the body over his shoulders again with a light grunt
Let's move it!Gabriel Mitroglu
rubs his forehead a bit as part of memories came back. he nods at the dragon born and follows through the door Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
What is it, Amara? If you want to carry her, oh please, you just have to ask. I doubt you can do that tho, because she is getting HEAVYDungeon Master
the door lead to a strange room, a labyrinth of some sort, all the wall being made with mirror, the sight of your horrific self facing you once again being quite disturbing to try and pass this place Amara
I look around and get strtled again a little but keep up with the others to get through the labyrinth. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Alright... Can we leave something like a trail? So we don't get lost in that thingGabriel Mitroglu
we could break them also~ just watch for the shards Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Yeah, like you did a few seconds before? What if behind those mirrors is a wall of stone?Luroks sighs shaking his head and gets out a rope to lay some kind of a trail Gabriel Mitroglu
here we go. you got a plan as always. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Don't count on it...Amara
I can stab one of you two then we'll have a trail of blood. Let's just go in alright. This place... It gives me the shivers.Dungeon Master
thanks to the rope helping you to keep track of where you did go, and where you didn't, you do find your way in the labyrinth quickly enough, tho, the numerous reflection let you witness horrors that can't be described, regularly, the mirror seems to deform, showing faces that you seem to recognize, people you love, family, friends, but getting closer only make the mirror take back its original shape (perception dc 13) and, you can catch a few glimpses here and there, of the lady from the previous room in those reflections, lurking behind you, her face still hidden with her long dark hair after this labyrinth, there is only 20ft left before the next door, the wood in here, seem even weaker, huge slash, traces of previous strikes marking the wood. Amara
I walk through the labyrinth and look back a few times, strtled by something there before going forward again once I don't see anything there anymore. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks quickly pulls the rope, getting it back to himself once they're out of the labyrinth and out of sight of these horrific visages staring back at him from the mirrors
I think you don't need to be a paladin to sense the evil all around hereHe holds out his sword, pointing the tip right infront of him as he approaches the next door Gabriel Mitroglu
tries to not look affected by the images he sees and growls a bit Dungeon Master
a blade drops from the roof as Lurkos walk to the door, where the strike is, jumping outward, he dodges it manly, as it only barely cut him for 5 slashing damage Amara
I gasp as I see the blade strik our dragonborn, making sure not to step where he did, throwing a look back in the labyrinthe to make sure nothing follows Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks lets out a slight growl, erestoring 10 HP to himself with another use of lay on hands
Careful... Someone really enjoys setting up traps it seemsDungeon Master
you can all see the lady appearing behind Luroks as he says that, a few inch away from his face, as she says on a melodic tone in his ear
I doBefore disappearing again, the door at the end of the room disappearing, the wood cracking and morphing as it rots extremely fast, making a sentence appear The door is back in the middle of the labyrinth Amara
I frown as I see and hear everything unflod looking at the others.
So I did saw her in that labyrinth....Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
She's a demon, so she better stays away from us. Next time I get the opportunity, I won't let her get away. Soo... It seems like we are supposed to go back through the labyrinthLuroks mumbles, already getting out the rope again, tying it around his own waist Gabriel Mitroglu
flinches at the appearance of the lady again, then looks at the sentence you gotta be kidding me... looks back towards where they came from you said what, amara? when? Amara
In the labyrinth. I thought it was my imagination, but she followed us I saw her.Gabriel Mitroglu
frowns i saw...nothing but our abominable reflections! okay, lets not waste more time. back to the mirrors room. maybe we do have to break some glass to see the door~ says while glaring at the paladin. Dungeon Master
the person leading as you go though the labyrnth again, could you make a survival check. Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
You know what... Do what you want. I don't care anymore. But if you manage to get us killed then be warned, I will haunt you through your afterlife and the life after that oneGabriel Mitroglu
weren't you a paladin? how could you go down to such things? chuckles softly as he tries to tease him, also trying to cheer up the atmosphere a lil bit, aaaand takes the lead, with the shield up. Dungeon Master
at first, you try to take a very similar path to the one you took previously, but, have you made a mistake, or are things different? because you do not end up in the middle of the labyrinth, nor on the other side, the haunting face still appearing on your path, and the horrific appearance here once again. The lady once again followed you, this time, even Amara keen vision didn't spotted it, and as you wander in this labyrinth, suddenly, shard of the mirror break apart around, flying through the air as the lashes toward gabriel for a total of 34 slashing damage
this will be your demise, you killed me, you killed all those you ever encountered, and you stepped upon the cycle of life and death itself !Gabriel Mitroglu
he groans in pain and rages. he lifts up his shield again and draws his weapon~ and dashes to her Dungeon Master
another creature, seemingly the same, that you could swear was a reflection of the original one, is far to real near Lukros and Amara, shard of the glass cracking off the mirrors in a horrible sound, and slashing amara for 18 damage and lukros for 20 damage the various shard of glass stuck in between your respective armor. Amara
I try to turn away but feel the shards slice me anyway. I keep my turn going into a spin to use the momentum to rush towards the refelection attacking use, stabbing it with my silvered rapier. Dungeon Master
illusion or not, the speed at wich she dodge that attack was rather uncanny, her hair almost revealing her face as they move around in her dodge Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Writhing in pain, Luroks grabs his greatsword once again, casting a branding smit as his bonus action and strikes his blade at the creature he just got hit from and goes for another one. Luroks channels the blessed energy putting a divine smite ontop of the creature, exterminating it once and for all Dungeon Master
the weapon glow with radiant energy, the flame burning through the monstrous skin, as she yell in pain
you cannot defy death itselfuttering those few words in her painfull scream Gabriel Mitroglu
attacks the lady near him Dungeon Master
as Gabriel Mitroglu attack the lady near him, the blade slash though her with ease, until it smack on the ground as he realize it was only an illusion the real one, however, tilt her head at the two fighting near her, going after the paladin she put her hand on the shard already in him, or at least one of them, and drag it further down, causing an immense pain to the dragonborn with 21 slashing damage she then disappear again, only for you to realize, she on your left 60ft away, seemlingly appearing from a reflection in a mirror, in yet another corridor of this mysterious place Amara
I look to strike the women but cannot as she teleports away from us seeing her shape in the corner of my eye. I shoot a firebolt at her. Dungeon Master
the firebolt light the obscure area except for the dragonborn lantern, the bal of light catapulted in the air toward the monster, striking her as a black burning mark appear on the spot she was shot Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks hurries after the creature, using his remaining healing points, granting himself a refresher one last time. It's not looking good, but it's not time yet to go down. He also remembers the healing potion and as he is running towards the lady, he jugs one of them down He doesn't take his eyes off of this creature, swearing to himself to take her down Gabriel Mitroglu
without even seeing her, he breaks a couple of mirrors within his reach Dungeon Master
with those attack, you manage to break 3 mirrors around but, you take 2 slashing damage as the shard drop on you Gabriel Mitroglu
with the remaining movement if there is any, moves towards an area with more mirrors Dungeon Master
the monster, still 30ft away from the paladin, take a few step back to be 50ft, as more mirro shard make a whistling sound as they slash the air toward the paladin, one missing and hitting a nearby mirror, another, slashing its cheek for 22 slashing damage leaving an horrible scar upon the cheek Amara
I begin running with the dragonborn paladin running through the hallway with windows letting my rapier hit one of them to have it's shard fall down harmless to the floor. Dungeon Master
the swift rogue run at an incredible path in the tight corridor, getting past the paladin with grace as she smash a miror on her way, a noticeable angry grin appearing on the lady's face Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Lurkos groans, getting anoyed by that kind of fighting and gets out his shield to get a bit more of cover from the shards, his greatsword still in one of his hands, rather getting dragged behind him than really wielding it
Die in a thousand flames of hell!He screams loudly, firing three bolts of scorching ray at the lady's face Dungeon Master
the ball swirl and turn a they lash toward the lady, but the corridor is to tight, and they smash yet another mirror instead Gabriel Mitroglu
keeps breaking mirrors around Dungeon Master
As the fighter get closer, he break more and more mirrors, breaking 4 of them on it's way, and now in the same alignement with the other, able to see the action as he even make 10ft toward lukros, amara and the faceless lady. She look left and right, visibly annoyed by the recent action, throwing yet another 2 shards toward the adventurers, but distracted by her annoyance, she miss both, behind her, only 10ft more before a dead end.
this won't be as easy as you thinkClapping her hand, the mirror leftover mirror behind her change shape, the shape of known faces appearing in the intact mirror behind her, people you love, family, lovers... as the faces seem to cry for help, she step back, engulfing in the now slightly moving mirrors Amara
I duck and weave during my run to doge the shards she throws at me. Averting my eyes for a second as all the faces appear but storming through with extra vigour before I reach striking distance. Dungeon Master
as you slide across the horrific face, their face look so painful you could almost imagine those people crying for help, your weapon pierce in the horrific lady's leg
look, look at the face of those you love, telling you ho you horribly interrupted what is natural, look at your sin, and die facing them !Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
Luroks runs up the creature, spotting all the painful faces around her appearing in the mirrors. He stores the shield on his back, raising his greatsword over his head, casts another branding smite on his blade and channels divinity for a dragon's leap as soon as he is in range, jumping over 30ft at the demon with an overhead thrust Dungeon Master
the dragonborn make an incredible jump, you could swear he had the might of bahamut as he jump, sword in hand, on his target, the impact of the powerful jump making her fall, as he planted his sword in her chest with a divine glow, making her struggle and twist in pain once again.. the struggling move her hair, so much so that, you may see her face, despite Gabriel Mitroglu catching only glimpse of it, you all are struck by hit.... Amara take 4 psychic damage lukros and Gabriel Mitroglu take 8 psychic damage Everything is clear now, this woman, she was a friend, at least she has the face of a friend you knew, except for her eyes, missing, leaving gaping holes, giving towards a dark abyss of blood and flesh. the young woman whose appearance she looks like was indeed your friend, discovering that she had been killed by an anti-magic holypertuis cult, you decided to use the services of a divination magician to make the dead talk, Halloween night is known to give dark omens, but it is also a night when the stars are aligned, and when the powers of divination are stronger than ever. Even the paladins, rather against this kind of practice, are vengeful spirit had the upper hand, these dogs had to pay their affront. And so you took your friend's body to make the dead talk. Nevertheless, it seems that the rumors were true, attempting to divination on the dead is a dangerous practice, powerful spirits are often called at the same time, and the Oracula is known to punish those who use divination on the dead. the darkness of her missing eyes look at the paladin
see the sin you've commited !Lukros eye socket start to overflow with blood, an opaque veil coming over its vision as he is now permanently blinded and take 16 necrotic damage.
you'll never see her again, NEVER !as the anger in her voice seem to boom, two new shard of mirror lashes out toward the fighter, only one hit for 21 slashing damage Amara
Seeing the badly wounded this demon makes my friend I charge again but without saying anthing catching her by surprise with my silvered rapier. Dungeon Master
charging at the rescue, the elf come, striking with her silvered weapon, the light that as now disappeared from lurkos vision, as well as everything else, flickering on the blade as she pierce her chest again, causing another scream of pain. The various faces and shape in the mirros, seemingly calling for helps, the few that do not seem to be in pain, seem to judge you all, to judge the terrible act you've made Luldrenshtaman Roksvozire
The vision redening for Luroks, soon turning into total darkness, makes him panic slightly. Atleast he don't have to stare at all those faces in the mirror anymore and atleast he can still feel the sahft of his greatsword in his hands. Assuming that thing is still at the same position, laying prone still right infront of him, he thrusts down his blade two more times, putting everything into it, even if it was his last attack Dungeon Master
bringing your holy weapon down once again, you pierce though the oracula's chest one last time, ripping where her heart is supposed to be, you can hear the distant sound of the heart you healed before bursting, as the wraith lady start t disappear but, as she disappear, it seem like reality itself is wrapping and twisting around you the various mirror bursting into sharp shards, the sound hurting your ear with how loud it is, the crackling wood exploding as it bend and twost in unatural way, and a misty fog growing around you. It grow and grow, engulfing more and more of the room, of everything, and before you know it, you're in the ethereal plane, blurry motion of the event that lead you hear flashing in front of your eyes, for those that have some left, as you drift in the plane toward the ethereal border crossing it as you propelled out by the implosion of the oracula's demiplane, you're launched back into the material plane, back were it all started, at holypertuis cemetary, on this halloween night, the body of your dead friend still lifeless, now missing her eyes, and the wizzard you payed for the ritual missing, as the answer you looked for originaly.
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