Kindled Magic: IC Thread, Book 1, Chapter 1

ripleycat · April 10

Xhokan is at work in the Powderpile, carefully inventorying a stack of new crates, when the small group of students arrives to entreat with him. The fastidious kobold finishes marking his account books before standing up and greeting his visitors with a bow and a curious look. "Welcome, young ones! What is it I can help you with today?"

OOC

I leave the specifics of this deal in your capable hands.

Fletcher · April 13

Szastuhastah

Carving a shallow, muddy, serpentine furrow through the schluckier parts of the Mgaambya campus, Szastuhastah leads the group to the Powderpile through the drizzle. The pretty shawl she bought does little to shield her from the ever-present wetness but it at least seems to keep her hair from going completely flat. She wears it slightly off-center to provide the extra fabric to the poppet passenger on her shoulder - an arrangement the nagaji is beginning to enjoy, even after only two instances. Getting to know Nyoka has been a true joy to the inquisitive Szas.

Just inside the entry to Xhokan's meticulously managed danger-emporium, Szas slowly runs her long coils over one another and across the mat at the threshold to rid as much muck from her person as possible before pulling back the shawl and continuing inside. With a bright cherubic smile, she slides closer to the place where the kobold works before offering a small bend at the 'waist'. "Master Xhokan, a pleasant day to you, even if a damp one," she greets, glancing over her shoulder in silent indication to the presence of her companions. "As you know, we are embarking upon our Perquisite experiences and have been asked, on behalf of the Tempest Sun branch, to procure the necessary tools to humanely remove a gremlin menace from a storage room on campus. They have, quite understandably, created quite an upheaval in the inventory and management for those responsible for it - I imagine you can feel their distinct pain, Master. It is a fear that if inappropriately wrangled, they might bright their flavor of mayhem to yet more storage spaces, like your own... Would you perhaps be willing to provide - loan, perhaps? - implements that may be used to bait or capture such creatures?"

Edited April 13 by Fletcher (see edit history)

theredshirtwholive · April 13

Title

Adalet Bladeseeker - Character Sheet

AC: 16 Fort: +7 Ref: +4 Will: +5

HP: 24/24 Hero Points: 1/3 | Perception: +3

| ConditionsNone

Adalet nods. "We could also use some way of keeping them restrained. Nets, perhaps, or some form of strongly woven sack."

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Kavonde · April 15

Nyoka enjoys being carried around on Szasz's shoulder quite a bit. Though she doesn't really get tired of walking, she always does feel a bit ridiculous having to take six steps for each of her classmates' one. Not to mention having to look up everyone's noses all the time.

Following up on Szasz' words and Adalet's suggestion about nets, Nyoka adds: "Most importantly, silver bells. Pugwampis hate the sound. We may be able to drive them away from the school without hurting them. One for each of us should do nicely, o?"

ripleycat · April 16

"Oh no, not the storage barn! I thought the charms were kept up to date! This is terrible news! We'll need to have a serious discussion with some of the lore-speakers about this!" Xhokan responds to the news of gremlins in the school's precious supplies with immediate and predictable alarm, and quite favorably, for Szas's angle. "Of course, of course. Sacks we have aplenty, you may take all you need. A net, I have some, meant for games and training, but perhaps they will serve your purpose. And bells, yes, we have those. Bells of silver... let's see..."

Xhokan makes careful marks of what's handed out, supplying a small silver bell with a simple wooden handle for everyone who will be braving the infested storage room. "These are, as Ms. Szastuhastah said, a loan, ideally to be returned as they are. Do be careful! Gremlins are a nuisance, but they enjoy watching others suffer. Do not take them lightly."

The gremlin‑infested storage room is one of six rooms in a large storage barn on the west side of campus. The main door to the barn is open, but with the mix of distressingly casual and genuinely clever that seems to be the Magaambya's hallmark, someone's stuck a broom handle through the storage room’s latch to keep it jammed shut. A hastily scratched note of "Do Not Open: Gremlins" on a scrap of parchment warns the overly curious away. Raucous laughter and the shattering of glass echo from within.

OOC

Xhokan supplies nets and sacks as needed, as well as a silver bell for each member of the cohort, at no cost, provided they are returned when no longer needed.

The storage room is semi‑circular in shape, with a 10‑foot‑high ceiling and regular lighting. The map is up on roll20.

https://app.roll20.net/join/16997755/BQ-fMQ is the invite link for roll20. I have everyone assigned a token except for Adalet.

Mister Doctor · April 16

Rasalhague - Character Sheet

KAC: 18 Fort: +9 Ref: +8 Will: +3
HP: 20/20 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +3

"Okay, I... can do something big and flashy to maybe scare them for a moment while we rush in with the bells going," Ras offered, tucking the net and bell into his belt to free up his hands.

His particular gifts were far from subtle and that was without him pushing himself to his limits. Lighting torches and keeping chickies warm was hardly much of a challenge. He was still not certain he could really contribute anything to this challenge of his cohort's wizardly abilities and that was dragging on him slightly. The others had already demonstrated their cunning or gifts with words and he had been the walking equivalent of a fireplace.

Taking a deep breath and flexing his hands as though grasping for something intangible, he reached into the part of himself that led elsewhere, tapping into the raw elemental matter that lay just beyond the gate. The temperature around him rose a few degrees as the ghostly flames slithered out of his core and began to wick up his body. He winced as elemental matter scattered into his body and lodged there, shrapnel from the imperfect connection.

Toraka_Stormheart · April 17

Cecilia - Character Sheet

AC: 18 Fort: +3 Ref: +8 Will: +5

HP: 17/17 Hero Points: 2/3 | Perception: +5

Ammunition: 30/30 | CantripsMessage
Draw Moisture
Stabilize | ConditionsNone

Finishing her meal as they moved, Cecilia took her own set of supplies, nodding her head as she stepped closer to the door. "I think if I can slip beside them I can knock a couple up if needed. Depends on how crazy things get. What are we waiting for?"

At least the Taldane isn't lacking for confidence.

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Fletcher · April 20

Szastuhastah

"It is greatly appreciated, Master Xhokan," Szastuhastah replies to the generous kobold, bending deeply at the 'waist' once more as they are given permission to arm themselves for the banishment of the storage room squatters. They then depart for the afflicted space quickly.

Upon arrival, Szas holds both a corner of a net and the handle of a silver bell in one hand while the other is ready to manage the second part of the net. Looking up to Nyoka on her shoulder, her own little bell at the ready, she murmurs, "Disscordant ringing would certainly vex my own ssensess, sso I can only assssume it will do the ssame for them." With that free hand, she reaches out to the broom handle and slides it out of the latch, hearing the commotion inside. She wonders if they noticed the soft scraping. Then looking to Ras, she nods her head. While they may not be entering the room for a 'fight' exactly, their rules of engagement are very different from the gremlins. "On three... two... one..."

Taking hold of one of the doors, the nagaji heaves while slithering back a bit to clear its swing. As soon the flaming burst follows from Ras, she slides in along the southern wall and starts ringing her bell as loud as possible.

Kavonde · April 22

Nyoka clings to Szasz's shawl for dear life as she dips into a deep bow towards Xhokan. She tries very hard not to give the snake-girl an offended look, reminding herself that Szasz is being very nice by letting Nyoka ride around on her shoulder and it's understandable if she forgets about the poppet's presence every now and then.

As they position themselves at the door, ready to breach and clear, Nyoka prepares to scramble down off of Szasz so that she can position herself more effectively to herd the pugwampis. She hangs off Szasz's sleeve like a Red Mantis assassin about to strike from above, a bell the size of her head hanging from her hand. "Ready," she announces in a tiny, determined voice.

Edited April 22 by Kavonde (see edit history)

Mister Doctor · April 25

Rasalhague - Character Sheet

KAC: 18 Fort: +9 Ref: +8 Will: +3
HP: 20/20 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +3

Ras drew in a steadying breath, his unreal flames flaring to life with the fresh air before he pulled the broom out of the door and threw it open. Immediately, he threw a hand out, fingers upwards in a claw shape. A spot on the storeroom's floor rippled with sudden heat distortion before long tongues of fire began to lick upwards. A wave of heat poured off the sudden column of flame as it crackled and roared with the insatiable hunger of raw combustion and threw everything in the room into harsh illumination.

Seeing Ras sheepishly light a torch paled in comparison to the twisting spike that he called forth now to reach up for the timbers of the ceiling. Demonstrating a surprising amount of fine control, Ras' hand snapped into a closed fist and the fires guttered out before it could light anything important on fire.

"Get 'em!" Ras shouted.

Area of scorching column marked in red.

Previous Channel Elements spent.

Edited April 25 by Mister Doctor (see edit history)

ripleycat · April 25

The storeroom has two sets of shelves, one 3 feet off the ground and one 7 feet off the ground. Though the room has no windows, a trio of sunrods have spilled out of a gnawed barrel, illuminating the chamber with bright light. Several broken jars and a great deal of trash litter the floor.

As the sign warned, there are gremlins. Four pugwampis, small, stout, and rather ugly doglike creatures with lolling tongues and short black fur, hide on the top shelves of the storage room, cowering behind the clutter on the shelves to shield themselves from Ras's column of flame. They are armed, with short swords and small bows, but make no moves to use them in the face of the terrible magics, and they wince at the sound of the bells. They chatter animatedly between themselves, but none of the students can make sense of the trills and barks. For the moment, it is a strange stand-off.

OOC

Map (and your tokens) up on roll20. The pugwampis are hiding behind clutter on the shelves and have partial cover right now (+2 AC).

The pugwampis can speak, but only speak Gnoll and Undercommon, which I don't believe any PC has. They are currently Frightened 2.

Edited April 25 by ripleycat (see edit history)

Mister Doctor · April 27

Rasalhague - Character Sheet

KAC: 18 Fort: +9 Ref: +8 Will: +3
HP: 20/20 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +3

Rushing into the room, Ras immediately went to try and grab the nearest of the awful little gremlins and ran headlong into perhaps the simplest and most pernicious curse on the material plane. As he snatched at the pugwampi, his foot came down on a bottle that had been knocked to the floor. He could have sworn it had not been there a moment before. The bottle rolled out from under him and Ras fell into the table, hands closing on empty air.

"Shit!" Ras managed around some bruised ribs. Quickly, he threw up a hand and called upon the spell he had been gifted on the first day. A shimmering plane of seemingly insubstantial force manifested between him and the vicious dog-thing.

Action 1: Stride

Action 2: Try to grapple, missing with an 8

Action 3: Cast Shield as an innate cantrip

Toraka_Stormheart · April 27

Cecilia - Character Sheet

AC: 18 Fort: +3 Ref: +8 Will: +5

HP: 17/17 Hero Points: 2/3 | Perception: +5

Ammunition: 30/30 | CantripsMessage
Draw Moisture
Stabilize | ConditionsNone

The first breach into the storeroom felt confident. They had the tools. They had a plan. The plan was enacted. The distraction went off without a hitch. Moving with confidence, the Taldane went the opposite direction of Ras, hoping to snap up more of the gremlins before they recovered.

As she leapt up to grab at the southernmost, she hopped up, intending to spring off a barrel on the way for more height. However, it seemed the barrel was about a few inches off from where she observed, and her foot slipped off the edge of it as she pressed her weight down.

"Ack!" Pitching forward, the human smacked her head forward onto the shelf, scrambling to right herself.

Show Mechanics

Action 1: Stride per roll20

Action 2: Interact (ring bells)

Action 3: Strike at enemy 4, misses.

Fletcher · April 30

Szastuhastah

Partway across the room, Szastuhastah stops ringing the silver bell long enough to take hold of Xhokan's net in both hands. She is trailing just behind Cecilia toward the closest dog-faced gremlin, her path weaving to and fro with the quickened slither. Unfortunately, she is thoroughly distracted by the Taldane's biffed leap. "Oh! Missss Cecilia!" she reflexively gasps, her arms already thrown back to toss the net.

As unluck would have it, she throws the expanse of net at the nasty little thing, but it hooks on the silver bell she was still grasping in one of those hands, snagging and falling to the ground before her. "What isss... happening?" she murmurs, coiling herself low to try to retrieve the net for another attempt.

Szas Crit Fails the Will save. Go low or go home?
And fails the throw to capture the lower pugwampi

Kavonde · May 1

Nyoka, holding her bell overhead and ringing it for all she's worth, charges into the fray beside Ras. With surprising acumen, she scrambles up the shelves to close the distance with the pugwampis above. "Shoo!" she cries with all the viciousness and ferocity a foot-and-a-half tall wooden doll can muster. "Skedaddle!"

OOC

:TwoActions: Dashing twice to move 35' northwest. (Done on Roll20.)

:OneAction: Ringing her bell in the pugwampi's face.

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