Dead slums of Giustenal

[DM Bob]

The wind relents slightly as you walk through twisting, ancient silt covered streets. The haze of the red sun begins to cut through the grey obscuring sky as the heat of the day begins to build. Niachi takes point and leads on through the dead city state.

In some ways it reminds you of Tyr. A Tyr that has been sliced in twain and happens to be half fallen into the Silt Sea. Attilius can make out shadows of the razorwings flying away for easier prey, perhaps searching floaters somewhere over the sea of death.

Bones crunch underneath on occasion, as well as leathery corpses preserved by the dry, grey crap that encrusts everything. You imagine that once there was color. Perhaps even song and dance. Life. Now? Everything mute, crumbling and in stagnant decay.

And the faint wailing screams still wax & wane as you walk.

The footsteps lead to a civic round, or what was once one long ago. Faint remnants of a market remain, the frame of a pavilion, skeletons sitting as if taken by surprise. In the middle of this courtyard?

A large reddish brown rock covered in faint black, white and carved graffiti. The ground here is touched less by silt, as if something swept it away recently. The tracks stop here. Some fresh bones litter the area as well.

[Attilius]

"I ain't fallin' for dis shit..."
The agitated giant looks for a large rock or broken piece of a building to throw at the nearest sitting skeleton.

Best case: it implodes into fragments and fine particles
Worst case: it falls over from the impact

[LOL, JFC! Rolled a 1. Hopefully I didn't just huck a rock at one of the party members...]

[DM Bob]

Your rock hits a pile of debris closer to some deeper silt next to the edge of a ruined building.

While the skeletons do not animate, odd little waves are seen moving, radiating towards you... likely something native to the silt?

Perhaps a dozen of these odd trails are seen, somewhere between 12-15' away.

[Attilius]

"HEADS UP! SILT WORMS INCOMING! Attilius belts out as he slams his shield bottom into the ground/silt to make a solid connection with the hard pack earth and frees his gouge.

133/148 HP

[AthasianLaborer]

While meandering along the path, 'Muiko will attempt to memorialize the priceless look of confused rage on the Sygra's face.

Artistic Ability rolled a 20 needing a 13 or less [Failure].

[Elven: "Augh, nope, we'll revisit that later"] he says as he shoves the parchment into his portfolio, looking up in time to see Attilius hurl the stone into the silt.  'Muiko will approach the carved stone while keeping an eye on the trails approaching Attilius.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye unsheathes her daggers and gets ready for possible combat

[AthasianLaborer]

Feb 27, 2024 7:25:58 GMT -12 Attilius said:

"HEADS UP! SILT WORMS INCOMING! 

"Serpents more likely, I've done work involving them, I'll put a silver on it!"

[Attilius]

Feb 27, 2024 14:34:09 GMT -12 AthasianLaborer said:

"Serpents more likely, I've done work involving them, I'll put a silver on it!"

The giant pulls back his gouge ready to strike at the moving sand as soon as within his huge reach
"Done!"

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If something strikes out of the silt at him, he'll first shield block it's attack then attempt to cut it down with his readied gouge...

133/148 HP

[Niachi]

(OOC Bob: For spell durations, is this the 5th, 6th, 8th round since combat with the hellswine began?)

The indistinct elf blurts out what sounds like "boingboing!" to cast Jump, and launches from the ground to land atop the graffittied stone. He draws his 2H sword and waits for a target to slice and dice. To Attilius:

"Aye, to magic up your blade takes as long as 5 strikes of yer gouge. After these siltfucks are dealt with."

Jump: L1. The individual touched when this spell is cast is empowered to leap once per round for the duration of the spell. Leaps can be up to 30 feet forward or straight upward or 10 feet backward. Horizontal leaps forward or backward have only a slight arc—about 2 feet per 10 feet of distance traveled. The 'jump 'spell does not ensure safety in landing or grasping at the end of the leap.

Spells in effect:
Jump
Blur
Prayer
Cat's Grace Dex 22.

[Attilius]

Feb 27, 2024 18:27:10 GMT -12 Niachi said:

To Attilius: "Aye, to magic up your blade takes as long as 5 strikes of yer gouge. After these siltfucks are dealt with."

The giant gladiator simply grunts his acknowledgement in this tense situation.

133/148 HP

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Feb 27, 2024 4:09:45 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

Some fresh bones litter the area as well.

Quila looks at these remains. Can she identify them? She fears, given the screams and the running away elf that they found dead before, that these bones here could well be another Silt Stalker.

The minute she hears there's something approaching through the silt she makes sure to get out of even the lowest of silt near the petroglyph rock and gets on top of that rock pronto.

(OOC: There's 9 rounds of Protection from Evil remaining)

[DM Bob]

The mass of silt snakes attempt to strike the goliath.

None connect though.

Because if they did, we'd all know Markus would fail a poison save.

The thri-kreen and the elves all know that these are good eating.

[DM Bob]

They easily fall to your combined might. The Son of Kri-kcht had a field day as far as hunting was concerned, most were young.

You are left with a large stone feature to investigate.

[AthasianLaborer]

'Muiko dances idly next to the rock, holding out his right hand palm up, towards Attilius while pointing at his open right palm with his left hand.  "Pay me big guy!"

As he awaits Attilius' coin, he turns his head to face Niachi [Elven: "Message said something about 'spill the wine and dance widdershins' to activate it yes?"]

[Attilius]

Attilius silently pulls out a coin and flips it in the air with his thumb towards the wizard [hits AC 0 which may be good enough to land in his open palm?] while looking about for anything else that may need killing.

"We left dancing now or what?"

133/148 HP