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Adam:

DM:

DM:	The Chimney seems to small to fit though, at least before you became... this...

DM:	You are in a small room, in the fireplace that seems to have been recently lit. There is one table with a little food on it. You hear two children laughing in another room

Adam:

Am I standing in the fire?

DM:	ohh, recently extinguished, sorry

Adam:

I pick up my teeth and shoe, and look around for any other personals.

DM:	There don't seem to be any moer

DM:	You look complete

Ignatius Stendatem:

Magnificent.

Ignatius Stendatem:

I do believe I'll sample some of this food.

DM:

It's a stew made of Lichen. It actually tastes pretty bad, and you know this from experiance. This is a dish normally only served on the holyday of either Hallow's eve or Hallow's day. It was apparently what Macharious' men ate when they were besiged by a deamon or something. You mostly just remember hating it as a child.

DM:	That said, this isn't badly prepared...

Ignatius Stendatem:

Nonetheless, blech!

Ignatius Stendatem:

Now, where did I hear those voices from?

DM:	The door oppisite the fireplace

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Ignatius Stendatem:

Now, where did I hear those voices from?

DM:	The door oppisite the fireplace

DM:

down

Adam:

I'll go this way.

DM:

DM:	It's a large, mostly empty room. You hear vocies from across it, however

DM:

hold on

DM:

Boy:

Mom never made it that way...

DM:	are you trying to move silently?

Adam:

eh. why not?

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 1 - 2 = -1

* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 7 + 1 = 8

* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 15 + 1 = 16

DM:	ok, you are good

Adam:

I listen at the door.

DM:	you hear nothing but the rain

Adam:

was it this door?

DM:	it's a normal wooden door...

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 4 - 2 = 2

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 10 - 2 = 8

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 9 - 2 = 7

* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 19 + 1 = 20

* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 6 + 1 = 7

Teenager:

Hey, who's there?

DM:	you hear foor steps from the upper right door

Ignatius Stendatem:

I'm just coming in from the rain. I'm lost and looking for shelter. I'm sorry for intruding.

Teenager:

Did you...

DM:

He enters

DM:	He sees you, and screams.

Teenager:

Daemon! Hide!

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Adam:

Hey, hey, easy kid. I don't mean to start any trouble!

DM:

roll init

* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 15 + 1 = 16

* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 15 + 3 = 18

DM:

your move

Ignatius Stendatem:

(open double door behind me)

Ignatius Stendatem:

Look, I'm sorry. I'll just show myself out.

DM:	you still can't see far into the mist...

Ignatius Stendatem:

(actually, I shut the door behind me. another move action.

Boy2:

*muffled, probably not to you* Don't! You could get hurt!

DM:	It is raining hard now. A black mist surrounds this area

Adam:

do I recognize this place?

DM:	make a wisdom check

* Adam rolls: 1d20+0 => 2 + 0 = 2

DM:

Nope

Adam:

I'm like 90 percent sure this is my house, though.

DM:

Yeah...

DM:	I feel like even with a two you might have figured that out...

DM:	Let's say you have figured it out, but it's not by familiarity

DM:	either way, what do you do?

Adam:

to the stables!

DM:

yup

DM:	but these are totally different horses...

Adam:

dang.

Adam:

do the stables look older or newer than I left them?

DM:	older. But some rennovation has been done.

DM:	The horses are flipping multiple shits, btw

Ignatius Stendatem:

Something strange is going on...

DM:	One horse kicks down the door to it's stall and charges you

Ignatius Stendatem:

(does it have room to do so?)

DM:	it has 10ft of space

DM:	but it had to turn, ok...

DM:	it attacks

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 5 - 2 = 3

DM:	and misses. roll init

* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 19 + 1 = 20

* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 8 + 3 = 11

DM:	it hoofs you again

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 17 - 2 = 15

Ignatius Stendatem:

(is the beast saddled?)

DM:

DM:	They are all untacked

Boy3:

Don't eat our horses!

Ignatius Stendatem:

(can I make a ride check to mount the thing?)

DM:	sure, DC 15

* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 5 + 3 = 8

DM:	you fail, and that provokes

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 12 - 2 = 10

DM:	it will hit one of these days

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 5 - 2 = 3

DM:	...but it is not this day

* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 18 + 3 = 21

Ignatius Stendatem:

(mount)

DM:	it starts bucking. Make another ride check, DC20

* Adam rolls: 1d20+3 => 1 + 3 = 4

DM:	welcome to the ground...

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 3 - 2 = 1

Ignatius Stendatem:

oof.

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 18 - 2 = 16

DM:	actually, those auto hit

* DM rolls: 2d4+2 => 4 + 2 = 6

DM:	6 hoof damage

DM:	A child appears at the entrance to the stable

DM:	He has a shotgun.

Teenager:

Get back inside!

DM:	the horse moves for it's action

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Adam has connected.

DM:

Your move

Adam 2 has connected.

DM:	ok, your move

Ignatius Stendatem:

(do I recognize a shotgun?)

DM:	Yes. You recognise all kinds of firearms. You never owned a shotgun, but you have seen one.

Adam is disconnected.

DM:	yo' move, son...

Ignatius Stendatem:

(draw sword)

Teenager:

Noo!!!

Adam has connected.

Ignatius Stendatem:

Watch where you're pointing that thing!

Boy3:

Go away, meanie!

Adam 2 is disconnected.

DM:	you still have a standard action

Ignatius Stendatem:

I didn't do anything to you!

Ignatius Stendatem:

sunder shotgun

Ignatius Stendatem:

()

* DM rolls: 1d20-2 => 20 - 2 = 18

Ignatius Stendatem:

(improved sunder)

DM:	OHH ANAP SON!!

DM:	roll dat shit

* Adam rolls: 1d20+15 => 18 + 15 = 33

DM:	WHAT WHAT!!!

DM:	ok, I'm done

DM:	you smash the thing.

Ignatius Stendatem:

A kid like you shouldn't deal with such dangerous things.

DM:	The teenager runs in and grabs the kid

DM:

Your turn

Adam:

I'll grab the teenager.

DM:	grapple time?

DM:	his hands are full, so no AoO

Ignatius Stendatem:

(when talking doesn't work, grappling does.)

* Adam rolls: 1d20+8 => 12 + 8 = 20

* DM rolls: 1d20+0 => 4 + 0 = 4

* Adam rolls: 1d20+4 => 14 + 4 = 18

DM:

DM:	ohh, touch

Sextus:

Armenus!!

DM:	the teenager tries to get free, as does the boy

* DM rolls: 1d20 => 17

* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 13 + 1 = 14

DM:	Lighting strikes in the distance

* Adam rolls: 1d20+4 => 5 + 4 = 9

Ignatius Stendatem:

Sextus!

DM:	the boy punches you

* DM rolls: 1d20+1 => 10 + 1 = 11

DM:	to no effect

DM:	the teen runs inside. You see Sextus holding the door open with his foot, holding a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other

DM:

your turn

Adam 2 has connected.

Adam is disconnected.

Adam 2:

(do I have any reason to believe they can hear me?)

DM:	not really one way or the other. The boy did seem afraid of your voice

DM:	but nobody has replied to you

Adam has connected.

Adam 2 is disconnected.

DM:	your move still

Adam:

Is there anything around I can write with?

DM:

Adam:

Would it be possible to write in the ground with my sword?

DM:

maybe.

DM:	you can always try...

Adam:

I've got it.!

Adam:

I'll drop the kid and a smokestick.

DM:

Ok...

DM:	The area is full of smoke now

DM:	do you just go to the other side?

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DM:

Adam:

Keeping the smoke between me and them, I take out my tinder twigs, and being ordering them into letters on the ground.

Adam:

*begin

DM:

Adam:

I'm going to spell out Ignatius, first.

DM:

DM:	They don't do anything in the meantime

Adam:

then I'll put "It's me, " before my name.

DM:	by this point, the smoke clears

DM:	The door is closed now

Adam:

I'll start drawing lines from the door to the message. put rocks around it, anything to make it more noticable.

DM:

alright

Adam:

Is there a door bell?

DM:

yes

DM:	You still have your key, too

Adam:

Well, I'm going to ding dong ditch and hope they follow the bread crumbs to the messasge.

DM:

DM:	At this point, you see a figure on a horse in the distance.

Adam:

I'll hide and wait.

DM:	The rain soaks you, and chills you to whatever you have that counts as bone. You notice that the ground around here has been eroded over some time.

DM:	You have been dead a while...

DM:	hold on...

DM:	are you still there?

Adam:

yes.

DM:	ok, I'm almost ready

Adam:

DM:	You hear the steps of a horse, walking up to the house...

Adam:

I peer out at the doorway

DM:	You can barely see anything though the mist, but...

Adam:

do I hear anything?

DM:

hold up

DM:	one more moment....

Adam:

Christopher has connected.

DM:	you hear the hoofbeats of the horse still...

DM:	but... you see Constance!

Ignatius Stendatem:

Constance!

Ignatius Stendatem:

Constance! It's me!

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Prove it, then. If you are an impostor, know that I have killed daemons before and can do so again.

DM:	She looks older now, but the rain makes it tough to tell

Ignatius Stendatem:

You're pregnant!

Ignatius Stendatem:

Or at least you were, last I saw you.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Is that the best you can come up with?

Christopher:

gah, don't want to be so suspicious, but in character...

DM:	Says who he isn't playing a daemon...

Ignatius Stendatem:

I, um, I'm not sure what's going on. I guess I died the day you told me. Those creatures attacked while we were held captive on the way to the Fort.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Better. Describe the creatures.

Ignatius Stendatem:

there were about five of them. Their leader rode a giant lizard and casted magic like I've never seen before. I was surrounded by the rest of them when they grew to great sizes.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Okay, I think I might just be starting believe you. Why were we there?

Ignatius Stendatem:

We were travelling. Looking for your old, dead husband who left a letter on our bed. There were worms there! We were travelling with worm creatures too. The Wishmaster! We have to stop him!

Officer Constance Stendatem:

We did. Me and Hunter blew her flying house to kingdom come, and I stabbed her to her apparent death inside Fort Highpeak.

Ignatius Stendatem:

....

Ignatius Stendatem:

Wait, I think I was there. I was with my father, and your old husband, and dozens of other people! I think we were all held in some sort of prison that looked like a bottle.

DM:

Chris?

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DM:	Ok, I got the thing about the bottle prison

DM:	you will need to repeat anything else

Ignatius Stendatem:

It was destroyed by and arrow and the proceeding explotion. and now.... I'm... I'm here. I'm not sure how. I'm not sure why, but I'm here.

DM:

DM:	Say stuff. Act. Go

Adam:

who?

DM:	It's Chris' turn, but either of you

Officer Constance Stendatem:

An arrow? ...Oh, Hunter. I don't remember him shooting any bottles, though.

Ignatius Stendatem:

I also have my father's journal.

Ignatius Stendatem:

(takes out and tosses)

DM:	It is black and partially transparent, like all of his other stuff

Officer Constance Stendatem:

(half to herself) How am I going to read that?

DM:	Do you try?

Officer Constance Stendatem:

(I'm hesitant to touch it. I'll nudge it with my sword first.)

DM:	nothing happens

Ignatius Stendatem:

I'm not sure why it looks like that, nor any of me, for that matter.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Well, to my knowledge, a mortal manifesting after death is impossible. You're just full of surprises, aren't you, Ignatius?

Ignatius Stendatem:

I sure would like to a normal constitution, though

Ignatius Stendatem:

And WHO ON EARTH are the children in my house???

Officer Constance Stendatem:

(I'll manipulate the book with objects. I ain't touching it. But yeah, I do try to read it.) They're your sons. Borris, Kevyn, and Ignatius Jr.

DM:	the book has red letters now. The words are blurry, exept for a few, the note at the end to his father.

DM:	That is clear as day

Ignatius Stendatem:

My sons? I thought you were only pregnant once! How could they be different ages?

Officer Constance Stendatem:

(I read/reread it) Demon magic, I guess. They're all biologicallly the same age. Fraternal triplets.

DM:	It says the same things you remember it saying

Ignatius Stendatem:

Well, what do we do now? Is there somewhere we can look for answers?

Officer Constance Stendatem:

I don't know.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Ordos would want to destroy you, more than likely.

Ignatius Stendatem:

It's a shame there's no wise old man nearby...

DM:	there is not

Ignatius Stendatem:

Whatever happened to that hunter? Surely he must have some knowledge about this strange magic.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

I'll look him up.

Ignatius Stendatem:

I can't think of anyone closer to the Wishmaster than he.

Ignatius Stendatem:

That's still alive, that is.

DM:	what do you two do?

Officer Constance Stendatem:

(probably send a telegram to HQ requesting Hunter specifically for aid on this)

DM:	Alright. You get no immediate responce

DM:	Do you do anything else?

Ignatius Stendatem:

How long have I been gone?

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Eight years.

Ignatius Stendatem:

That's a long time!

Officer Constance Stendatem:

Sextus! Are you here? Borris! Ignatius! Kevyn!

Sextus:

Here!

Sextus:

Is it safe?

Officer Constance Stendatem:

I think so, yes.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

I wouldn't recommend touching him for fear of being affected by whatever magic is allowing him to exist here, but by all appearances, this is Ignatius.

Keyvin:

D... dad?

Ignatius Stendatem:

Aye, me boy. I'm afraid we've never formally been introduced. My name is Ignatius Spendatem.

DM:	He looks at you with suspicion

Ignatius Stendatem:

(lowers, and extends hand)

DM:	He reaches for it...

Officer Constance Stendatem:

No.

DM:	He pulls back

Officer Constance Stendatem:

We still don't know for certain what will happen.

Keyvin:

Yes mom...

Ignatius Stendatem:

Well, I did already have a little tustle with the one in the back. Come forward, young man.

Ignatious Jr:

So you're the guy I got my name from?

Ignatius Stendatem:

That must make you little Ignatius, eh? I guess so. I'm not in my prime, obviously, but back in my day I could hold my own.

Ignatius Stendatem:

That's something you seem to have gotten from me, aside from my good looks. I do think you clocked me pretty good back there a couple times.

Ignatious Jr:

Thank you, dad.

Officer Constance Stendatem:

What did I miss?

Armeneus:

This one tried to run out to the stable with a shotgun!

Armeneus:

I tried to stop him...

Officer Constance Stendatem:

I am both proud and horrified. Please don't do that again. If you want to fight daemons, you can join Ordos when you grow up.

DM:	What do you do now?

Ignatius Stendatem:

Well, I would like to know who exactly you are. At first I thought you one of my sons, but it appears that's not the case.

Sextus:

He is my nephew

Sextus:

It's been a while, master Stendatem. I'm not as young as I used to be.

Ignatius Stendatem:

I didn't know you had a nephew.

Sextus:

You didn't know alot of things about me, Master Stendatem...

Ignatius Stendatem:

And still don't, I imagine. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who might know something about what's going on, would you? I'm sure you have many connections.

Sextus:

No. I have tried to stay away from daemons.

Sextus:

Not that my current occupation allows me to...

DM:	seroiusly, we need to wrap this up soon.

Adam:

why didn't you say so?

DM:	I was giving it untill 10:20

DM:	WE have another game

Ignatius Stendatem:

Well then, I guess we're going to visit the Ordos.

Adam:

I'm done.

DM:	Ok, that's that

DM:	See you at the other game

Christopher is disconnected.

Adam is disconnected.