DM/

Sweet William?suggests returning to the jungle cat room.

Opening the door from the burial chamber back to the corridor, you notice the pungent odor of burnt hair. Crossing the hall to the short door, the Half-Orc opens it and the burning smell gets stronger. No smoke or flames can be seen.

Flynn?looks back hoping to see anything else of interest, but finds no more.

(OOC-?The various clay pots of incense and oils and spices are being left behind, correct? Their value doesn’t compensate for their weight??

/OOC)

The tunnel back to the secret door from the Wildcat room is only 3 feet high so everyone but?North?has to crawl.

Sweet William?takes the lead, followed by?North,?Flynn,?Tabby,?Brother Ashley, and finally?Cerina?as rear guard.

Sweet William?bursts through the secret door back into the jungle room, axe at the ready to chop up any attacking stuffed feline in sight, but all you find are scattered piles of straw, smoldering bits of fur, and a message scrawled in ash saying, “you’re welcome, headed ->” with the arrow pointing to the door from whence you originally entered.

“He’s going deeper after the rod,”?Brother Ashley?comments. “Did anyone tell them about the bad air?”

Looking around the room, there is a double door to your far left, a single door to the near left, a single door to the near right, and a double door to the far right.

This oddly shaped room is decorated in a cat motif. The center of the southeastern wall is carved to resemble the face of a snarling tiger with hollow eyes.??In the center of the room stands a stone statue of a tiger-headed man holding a spear.

Hung on the walls are several skins of lions and leopards, tiger heads, and a cat-of-nine-tails. Along the northwest edge of the chamber a large calendar stone is mounted on the wall above a stone table or altar.

Scorch marks and scrapes are scattered about in seemingly random places. Fenn’s group obviously cleared the room of animated constructs.

/DM

OOC- you crawl to the Secret door in the lower left corner of the image.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 8:50 AM, North/John DeMaio <mrjdemaio@...> wrote:

North will follow SW, but not too closely. All he has is a full moon view of the barbarian and he's quite paranoid that he'll begin smelling something other than burnt hair soon.?

On Thu, May 9, 2024 at 7:51?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via ?<artamy1=[email protected]> wrote:

Sweet William goes in first. He will chop to bits the first stuffed feline he encounters and keep chopping until they are all destroyed.

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 7:38 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Sweet William?suggests returning to the jungle cat room after a short rest.

Opening the door from the burial chamber back to the corridor, you notice the pungent odor of burnt hair. Crossing the hall to the short door, the Half-Orc opens it and the burning smell gets stronger. No smoke or flames can be seen.

The tunnel back to the secret door from the Wildcat room is only 3 feet high so everyone but North?has to crawl.

In what order do you travel?

/DM

OOC- you crawl to the Secret?door in the lower left corner of the image.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 8:50 AM, North/John DeMaio <mrjdemaio@...> wrote:

North will follow SW, but not too closely. All he has is a full moon view of the barbarian and he's quite paranoid that he'll begin smelling something other than burnt hair soon.?

On Thu, May 9, 2024 at 7:51?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via ?<artamy1=[email protected]> wrote:

Sweet William goes in first. He will chop to bits the first stuffed feline he encounters and keep chopping until they are all destroyed.

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 7:38 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Sweet William?suggests returning to the jungle cat room after a short rest.

Opening the door from the burial chamber back to the corridor, you notice the pungent odor of burnt hair. Crossing the hall to the short door, the Half-Orc opens it and the burning smell gets stronger. No smoke or flames can be seen.

The tunnel back to the secret door from the Wildcat room is only 3 feet high so everyone but North?has to crawl.

In what order do you travel?

/DM

OOC- you crawl to the Secret?door in the lower left corner of the image.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 8:50 AM, North/John DeMaio <mrjdemaio@...> wrote:

North will follow SW, but not too closely. All he has is a full moon view of the barbarian and he's quite paranoid that he'll begin smelling something other than burnt hair soon.?

On Thu, May 9, 2024 at 7:51?AM Sweet William/Arthur Picard via <artamy1=[email protected]> wrote:

Sweet William goes in first. He will chop to bits the first stuffed feline he encounters and keep chopping until they are all destroyed.

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 7:38 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Sweet William?suggests returning to the jungle cat room after a short rest.

Opening the door from the burial chamber back to the corridor, you notice the pungent odor of burnt hair. Crossing the hall to the short door, the Half-Orc opens it and the burning smell gets stronger. No smoke or flames can be seen.

The tunnel back to the secret door from the Wildcat room is only 3 feet high so everyone but?North?has to crawl.

In what order do you travel?

/DM

OOC- you crawl to the Secret door in the lower left corner of the image.

And what do you do?

/DM

Sweet William goes in first. He will chop to bits the first stuffed feline he encounters and keep chopping until they are all destroyed.

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 7:38 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Sweet William?suggests returning to the jungle cat room after a short rest.

Opening the door from the burial chamber back to the corridor, you notice the pungent odor of burnt hair. Crossing the hall to the short door, the Half-Orc opens it and the burning smell gets stronger. No smoke or flames can be seen.

The tunnel back to the secret door from the Wildcat room is only 3 feet high so everyone but?North?has to crawl.

In what order do you travel?

/DM

OOC- you crawl to the Secret door in the lower left corner of the image.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Thursday, May 9, 2024, 7:38 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Sweet William?suggests returning to the jungle cat room after a short rest.

Opening the door from the burial chamber back to the corridor, you notice the pungent odor of burnt hair. Crossing the hall to the short door, the Half-Orc opens it and the burning smell gets stronger. No smoke or flames can be seen.

The tunnel back to the secret door from the Wildcat room is only 3 feet high so everyone but?North?has to crawl.

In what order do you travel?

/DM

OOC- you crawl to the Secret door in the lower left corner of the image.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Tuesday, May 7, 2024, 2:58 PM, Cerina/JediJon via groups.io <dwarfjsgm@...> wrote:

Cerina looks around, "Well with there being more of us, the cats might not prove that difficult to deal with. Once they're gone then we'd have ample time to search the room for exits and any clues we might have missed, like more artwork."

"I miss the old days." Cthulhu

On Tuesday, May 7, 2024 at 08:02:29 AM PDT, Sweet William/Arthur Picard <artamy1@...> wrote:

OOC: So this is a dead end.?

IC: “Dead end,” Sweet William grunts. “We’ll go back to the wildcat room and pick another door. Looks like our only option. We’ll move quick before all the fake cats can mass against us.”

On Tuesday, May 7, 2024, 10:48 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Flynn?ponders the water girl’s message about the Court of Cemanahuac.

Cemanahuac pronounced Say-man-AH-wok, in ancient Payit means?a place surrounded by water. Flynn vaguely recalls a very long and somewhat dull epic told by a cloistered cult of Moon Druids in the Snowflake Mountains about the court and a giant slug, the prideful daughter of the moon. The cult was one of the few places in the realms where Flynn wasn’t physically attracted to anyone at all.

No, wait. Not that message. S?t?. The evil Bat-God of disease and plague. Camazotz. That’s the one. 窜?迟锄í濒?丑?.

Fenn?had previously mentioned no familiarity with the name, but?惭颈谤补’蝉?eyes light up at its mention.?

“Zotzilaha, called Camazotz in Faerunian common, is the Payit god of bats and horrible things that fly in the night,” she explains. “He also holds influence over their underworld, and is associated with disease and plague. He is venerated as a god and worshipped as a protector of crops, sending bats to eat ravenous insects and diseases to kill them off. Some tribes also worship him as God of Fire and believe he lives deep in the volcano.”

Brother Ashley?frowns. “God of bats, plague, and fire? Sounds like a wonderful bloke.”

“Don’t forget death and the underworld,” the Dragonborn,?Kallan, adds.

“When the Amnian ships began arriving in the last century, they considered Sotz to be an evil deity, but the Payit don’t think that way,”?Mira?continues. “They view bats, fire, and death to be parts of nature and common life. To them, he’s just like the Sun God, Water Goddess, and the rest.” Her mind wanders momentarily. “Imagine actually meeting a god,” she whispers in awe with a wide grin.

Sweet William?ponders the next move. Just outside this room is the 45 foot wide, 10 foot across empty corridor with the door leading back to the secret door in the wildcat jungle room.

You didn’t get a good look due to all the attacking wildcats, but the wildcat jungle room did have several doors around it.

Tabby?snores softly and another hour passes.

Gordon?also dozes as?Brother Ashley?nods off…

(-yawn-)

And what do you do?

/DM

OOC: I can take it hour by hour or you can just say Long Rest and I’ll roll for wandering monsters… /OOC

On Tuesday, May 7, 2024, 10:48 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Flynn?ponders the water girl’s message about the Court of Cemanahuac.

Cemanahuac pronounced Say-man-AH-wok, in ancient Payit means?a place surrounded by water. Flynn vaguely recalls a very long and somewhat dull epic told by a cloistered cult of Moon Druids in the Snowflake Mountains about the court and a giant slug, the prideful daughter of the moon. The cult was one of the few places in the realms where Flynn wasn’t physically attracted to anyone at all.

No, wait. Not that message. S?t?. The evil Bat-God of disease and plague. Camazotz. That’s the one. 窜?迟锄í濒?丑?.

Fenn?had previously mentioned no familiarity with the name, but?惭颈谤补’蝉?eyes light up at its mention.?

“Zotzilaha, called Camazotz in Faerunian common, is the Payit god of bats and horrible things that fly in the night,” she explains. “He also holds influence over their underworld, and is associated with disease and plague. He is venerated as a god and worshipped as a protector of crops, sending bats to eat ravenous insects and diseases to kill them off. Some tribes also worship him as God of Fire and believe he lives deep in the volcano.”

Brother Ashley?frowns. “God of bats, plague, and fire? Sounds like a wonderful bloke.”

“Don’t forget death and the underworld,” the Dragonborn,?Kallan, adds.

“When the Amnian ships began arriving in the last century, they considered Sotz to be an evil deity, but the Payit don’t think that way,”?Mira?continues. “They view bats, fire, and death to be parts of nature and common life. To them, he’s just like the Sun God, Water Goddess, and the rest.” Her mind wanders momentarily. “Imagine actually meeting a god,” she whispers in awe with a wide grin.

Sweet William?ponders the next move. Just outside this room is the 45 foot wide, 10 foot across empty corridor with the door leading back to the secret door in the wildcat jungle room.

You didn’t get a good look due to all the attacking wildcats, but the wildcat jungle room did have several doors around it.

Tabby?snores softly and another hour passes.

Gordon?also dozes as?Brother Ashley?nods off…

(-yawn-)

And what do you do?

/DM

OOC: I can take it hour by hour or you can just say Long Rest and I’ll roll for wandering monsters… /OOC

On Tuesday, May 7, 2024, 10:48 AM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

Flynn?ponders the water girl’s message about the Court of Cemanahuac.

Cemanahuac pronounced Say-man-AH-wok, in ancient Payit means?a place surrounded by water. Flynn vaguely recalls a very long and somewhat dull epic told by a cloistered cult of Moon Druids in the Snowflake Mountains about the court and a giant slug, the prideful daughter of the moon. The cult was one of the few places in the realms where Flynn wasn’t physically attracted to anyone at all.

No, wait. Not that message. S?t?. The evil Bat-God of disease and plague. Camazotz. That’s the one. 窜?迟锄í濒?丑?.

Fenn?had previously mentioned no familiarity with the name, but?惭颈谤补’蝉?eyes light up at its mention.?

“Zotzilaha, called Camazotz in Faerunian common, is the Payit god of bats and horrible things that fly in the night,” she explains. “He also holds influence over their underworld, and is associated with disease and plague. He is venerated as a god and worshipped as a protector of crops, sending bats to eat ravenous insects and diseases to kill them off. Some tribes also worship him as God of Fire and believe he lives deep in the volcano.”

Brother Ashley?frowns. “God of bats, plague, and fire? Sounds like a wonderful bloke.”

“Don’t forget death and the underworld,” the Dragonborn,?Kallan, adds.

“When the Amnian ships began arriving in the last century, they considered Sotz to be an evil deity, but the Payit don’t think that way,”?Mira?continues. “They view bats, fire, and death to be parts of nature and common life. To them, he’s just like the Sun God, Water Goddess, and the rest.” Her mind wanders momentarily. “Imagine actually meeting a god,” she whispers in awe with a wide grin.

Sweet William?ponders the next move. Just outside this room is the 45 foot wide, 10 foot across empty corridor with the door leading back to the secret door in the wildcat jungle room.

You didn’t get a good look due to all the attacking wildcats, but the wildcat jungle room did have several doors around it.

Tabby?snores softly and another hour passes.

Gordon?also dozes as?Brother Ashley?nods off…

(-yawn-)

And what do you do?

/DM

OOC: I can take it hour by hour or you can just say Long Rest and I’ll roll for wandering monsters… /OOC

Sweet William stands watch. Then he sleeps. Then he wakes. He did not dream. He breaks his fast. He stretches.

What are our exit choices?

On Monday, May 6, 2024, 12:56 PM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

"Did we not enter some door we passed, or hallway. Its weird that we seem to be going up rather than further down."

“The lower level has bad air,”?Brother Ashley?reminds?Cerina. “We had to move quickly, so might have overlooked something but the risk was too great to be meticulous.”

While the group rests and readies to continue their explorations, North digs through his pouch and notices the strange crystalline pyramid he’d stolen from the Captain of the Guard back in the desert.

It’s beautiful, almost mesmerizing, to look upon. One moment it appears to be solid black obsidian and the next, a bit of torchlight catches it and reflects back the whole of an extraplane.?

One moment crystal clear and the next it contains the image of the tree of life Yggdrasill and an entire other world swirling and spinning above.?

For an instant, it appears as solid chrome, shiny and reflective, but the next it’s filled with heatless fire and molten gold.

The object gives off no apparent magical aura, but the Gnome isn’t deceived by that happenstance. The item is obviously magical in nature but just what magic it contains is stubbornly obscured.?

It is neither cool nor warm to the touch. It is perfectly smooth with impeccable razor edges that somehow do not cut the skin. The corner points neither soften nor pierce flesh when pressed firmly. Even its weight seems inconsistent, imperceptibly fluctuating from about a pound to near weightlessness.

Something about it tells the Sorcerer that it would take impressively high levels of divination magic to gather detailed information about it.

Then he’s distracted by the aroma of the hot fresh baked potato in his hands, all steamy and split open and dripping with melty butter.

Then he wakes up, still clutching the shiny pyramid object.

About an hour has passed.

Nothing has tried to enter the room. All is quiet.

And what do you do?

/DM

On Monday, May 6, 2024, 12:56 PM, Dungeon Master/Infinitum3D <infinitum3d@...> wrote:

DM/

"Did we not enter some door we passed, or hallway. Its weird that we seem to be going up rather than further down."

“The lower level has bad air,”?Brother Ashley?reminds?Cerina. “We had to move quickly, so might have overlooked something but the risk was too great to be meticulous.”

While the group rests and readies to continue their explorations, North digs through his pouch and notices the strange crystalline pyramid he’d stolen from the Captain of the Guard back in the desert.

It’s beautiful, almost mesmerizing, to look upon. One moment it appears to be solid black obsidian and the next, a bit of torchlight catches it and reflects back the whole of an extraplane.?

One moment crystal clear and the next it contains the image of the tree of life Yggdrasill and an entire other world swirling and spinning above.?

For an instant, it appears as solid chrome, shiny and reflective, but the next it’s filled with heatless fire and molten gold.

The object gives off no apparent magical aura, but the Gnome isn’t deceived by that happenstance. The item is obviously magical in nature but just what magic it contains is stubbornly obscured.?

It is neither cool nor warm to the touch. It is perfectly smooth with impeccable razor edges that somehow do not cut the skin. The corner points neither soften nor pierce flesh when pressed firmly. Even its weight seems inconsistent, imperceptibly fluctuating from about a pound to near weightlessness.

Something about it tells the Sorcerer that it would take impressively high levels of divination magic to gather detailed information about it.

Then he’s distracted by the aroma of the hot fresh baked potato in his hands, all steamy and split open and dripping with melty butter.

Then he wakes up, still clutching the shiny pyramid object.

About an hour has passed.

Nothing has tried to enter the room. All is quiet.

And what do you do?

/DM