The Hooded Cultists Chant, 'Hail Lord Vecna.'

[the_freak]

Who: Eddie Munson, OTA
What: D&D
Where: (The Diner) A Room in TBD
When: Throughout the month
Warnings: TBD



You awaken suddenly, with no memory of how you got here.
You aren't alone.
None of you, it seems, have come here by design.

The room is dark, lit only by the moonlight shining in through the window. The room is made of stone, old and crumbling in places, with moss starting to creep in. Thankfully, your captors seem to have left you with your belongings. Less helpfully, the door to this place is locked.

Why are you here? Where is here and how will you escape? Tell me adventurers, what do you do?

(ooc: Tags will be played out 'in character' with Eddie chirping in as your Narrator. Feel free to include asides of your actual characters as well of course. Due to the potential number characters who may tag, people may which to break off into asides, tagging order may get thrown out, have fun with it, don't stress.)

Comments

[mrsklover]

"I'll help you!"

Rolfor hears the fight with Ace and the trap door and starts playing his lyre furiously. However, he isn't a hundred percent sure where Ace is so he just sort of faces that general area and.... (rolling dice...) Perception came back 2 with penalties on it. So let's say the bardic inspiration is...not all that helpful?

Not that Rolfor would know.

"Here! Be inspired!"

[in_extremis]

The sudden blare of music had Hammond blocking one ear to keep focus, frowning as he grumbled, "Yeah, okay, never mind, do that." He could figure out if this was a false shelf with the absolute ecstasy of a second secret door behind it by tearing at the wood on his own, probably in good enough time that he could yank the other two thought it and out of this doomed fight before they had to reroll. Probably. "Another secret door would be worth a pony," he mused to no one in particular.

[deal_me_in]

Preoccupied with the mimic as he was, the rogue had no idea what Hammond was up to. He'd worry about it later. If there was a later.

Ace slashed with his blade as the blessed numbers in his head granted him a fifteen. His grin however turned into a grimace at the blare of...

"Haha! Are you seriously rocking out on a lyre? That is so cool. Right, anyway- I don't know about being inspired but I've always wanted my own theme music!"