CLOSED/Archived [playtest] {adventure 1}

[ingress]

{Through the Doorway}

Whatever your reasons for opening the door; it's too late to change your mind. One footstep in was all it took and you're arrived elsewhere. Your world shutting behind you in the sound of a click. Turning around reveals that door is gone.

Vanished.

More than that, you're not alone. There are others in the same dank and dingy room as you are. Looking just as confused. Wherever you came from, the place you've ended up in looks to be a disused jail cell. Stone walls. And some kind of mold or moss that has overgrown one of the corners. The bars that separate you from a dim passageway look half rusted and that door might not even be locked.

Maybe it would be better for you if it was though. Because a small scraping sound can be heard for those lucky enough to have keen ears. Whatever is making that sound is coming closer, drawn in by the new arrivals.

Scattered through the underground cells there are skeletons, very old and left in whatever place they fell. Some carried weapons, little good it did them. Finding the exit is not a problem either, but it's locked. A key would need to be found in order for escape to be possible, and hopefully found before you met the same fate as the unfortunate souls before you.

{Key}
white padlock=locked door
red padlock=trapped door

{Adventure stats}
Items Found:
- Rusty Short Sword(s)
- Quarterstaff(s)
- Torch(s) (radiates light/heat if you can light them)

Obstacles:
- locked doors and portcullis (roll d6 to unlock/open; 4,5,6 =success)
- loose stone and hazardous passageways due to neglect
- trapped doors; simple mechanical traps (d6 to avoid/disable; 5,6 =success)

Creature Bestiary:
A - Animated Object: chair (d6 to attack; 5,6 = hit //d6 to escape; 5,6 =success) [activated when used; traps victim by attempting to hold and crush with the arms of the chair]
B - Automoton, Pulverizer (d6 to hit; 5,6 //d6 to dodge attack; 4,5,6 =success) [attacks with: sonic shriek]
C - Dread Guard (d6 to hit; 4,5,6 //d6 to dodge/block; 3,4,5,6 =success) [attacks with: longsword]




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Comments

[shesaredhead]

Running away is a perfectly fine strategy in Rosaline's book. Eager to leave the chair behind, the girl clings to Morgana's hand as they find other path to travel.

"This is a very strange place, my Lady."

The surprise had nearly lead to an instant transformation. Not quite though. For now, the girl was still a girl.

[skepticseer]

A squirrel would be easy to place on a shoulder, and keep track of, but squirrels can't pick locks.

"I rescind what I said about security." That chair was far more effective than a group of guards in Camelot. Although, that's not really a fair comparison, as scarecrows are likely better guards than those in Camelot.

Getting a door, or two between the women and a handsy chair, Morgana has a long corridor, and two directions to decide between.

[shesaredhead]

That is a fact which Rosaline cannot argue. Not that she would. She'd done her fair share of sneaking into and out of Camelot as well.

Slowing down after some distance had been gained, the redhead looks both ways and shrugs. Which direction? She would leave the decision making to the witch. The best that the weresquirrel could offer was a guess as to whichever direction seemed fresher in air circulation. That might be misleading however, given they know so very little about this dungeon of cages.

"We need a light." Time to scavenge and that was something else that she claimed some skill to.

[skepticseer]

"Do you smell anything?" The girl's senses are better than Morgana's, so she has to trust them.

Morgana takes a few tentative steps out into the long corridor, starting with turning left. While one hand holds onto Rosaline, the other runs against the wall, so see if there's some nook the darkness may hide.

[shesaredhead]

"It smells better this way, but the scent of death lingers in every corner, my Lady."

More than what she can smell, Rosaline is worried about what she can hear. There is an echo of movement in the distance. Difficult to determine from which direction the sound originates. They could very well be walking straight into danger. Which keeps the girl close to Morgana's side.

"However, given they have no use of their possessions any longer, is taking from the dead a troublesome thought to you?"

It hadn't bothered Mim at all, in fact, the mad old witch had been rather fond of thieving from corpses. What little experience Rosaline had with natural humans however, indicated a much different line of thought.

[skepticseer]

The smell of death is so familiar, it's surprising Morgana's not picked it up. Then again, maybe it's the familiarity that makes it blend into the background.

"I have no problem using that which others cannot." If it's tacit permission Rosaline is searching for, she gets it.

[shesaredhead]

Taking her cues from others, especially Morgana, was really the only way she would know if she was doing something right or wrong. Morality wasn't a large concept in her previous life. Though she had been a nice enough squirrel, as squirrels went.

Finally getting the courage to leave the witch's side, Rosaline waylays the nearest heap of bones and tattered clothing. This person died with a torch, and in their death, now passed it on over to the new visitors to this dungeon. A person might spare a moment for thought, or consideration to the afterworld for this poor departed soul. But Rosaline's needs come well before the metaphysical.

"Can you light this, my Lady?"

[skepticseer]

Obviously, Rosaline would have been a very nice squirrel.

Morgana smiles a little at the sight of the torch, and while she doesn't take it from Rosaline, Morgana does as asked, "Leohtbora." It's a quiet whisper, but the torch lights all the same

The shadows cast on the wall are warm and flickering. "There, much better, is it not?"