Your head clears, Marsha , as you shuffle through the near-black space between the light of Fletch's torch and the circle of torchlight at the far end of the chamber. As you approach, you can make out three somewhat-dishevelled figures struggling with something emerging from a half-open stone door, ...

As Marsha crawls away and picks herself up out of the pool, following the direction of the skeleton's outstretched arm, Fletch steps toward the creature. Drawing your sword, Fletch , you feel the strain inflicted by the ancient magic of the passage of doors. Your sword strokes are sluggish, your aim...

In the darkness at the far end of the long chamber, voices and torchlight accompany what sounds like a splash. It's hard to make out what is happening, but it appears that at least one skeleton is engaged in combat with one, possibly two, people. Aden's deft footwork flicks the wedge back under the ...

Marsha , you feel Yiol's warmth in answer to your prayers, but the god of the harvest can be fickle. The power of your holy words has little effect on the dark magic animating the creature. Flame may have more of an effect. The skeleton successfully wards off your blows, however, Fletch , as you ja...

Hi all, Firstly, I am really very sorry for the lack of action over the past couple of weeks. No excuses, it's just really bad form. I'd echo Rusty's comment that anyone who wants to should join another game (if you haven't already), as the pace is likely to be slow. I was aiming for a daily post, b...

No need for initiative. The skeleton does not react. Your missile, Atticus , strikes the skeletal figure in the rib cage. The arcane force staggers the creature, seeming to burn away some of the robe-like smoke wreathed about it. The figure does not loose its grab on Marsha's ankles, and continues ...

As you move closer, Aden , the door shudders with an impact from the other side. The wedge holds, and the sounds from the other side of the door cease. The skeletal hand retreats into the darkness beyond the gap. With a moment's breathing room, Aldus , you take a look at your new-found treasure. The...

The figures at the far side of the room appear to be otherwise occupied, and do not immediately answer your "Hello" , Aden . With the spike removed, the door closes. The bony footsteps are immediately silenced. Using the spikes, you attempt to wedge the door closed, Aldus . Working quickly...

Your sharp mind dismisses the illusions, Atticus , but you find your body less able. As you manhandle the near-senseless body of your companion through the narrowing doorway, you both trip into the darkness of the room beyond. 1d3 "landing awkwardly on a stone floor" damage. Despite the cr...

As the three of you escape into the large chamber, you hear more bangs and what seems unnervingly like the sound of weapons being drawn. There is no sign of the lone skeleton, waving its censer. The metallic clattering stops as suddenly as it started, and is immediately followed by footstep-like tap...

...oh dear. The sudden change in air pressure is crushing your lungs, Marsha . Feeling faint, you struggle to catch your breath as Fletch and Atticus jostle you forward. Physical stat checks will be disadvantaged until you can get a few moments' rest to breathe. Blind, and deafened by the tolling o...

Like a ghost, Aldus , you effortlessly steal into the room, padding over the stone tiles to claim the shiny implements. You peek behind the altar as you lean over to grab the items, but nothing lies behind the solid stone block save for the rack of mundane tools you could see from the doorway. As yo...

The tools scatter onto the floor, as neatly as if you had pushed them by hand, Aden . The tinkling sound they make seems unnervingly loud in the enclosed quiet of the small room. Their fall does not appear to have triggered any effect, magical or otherwise. The skeleton's footsteps, echoing down the...

Likely as not, we are the greylanders - we have gray eyes. If so, the question becomes, who are these voices? What people? Perhaps a force to push out the Empire? Could be. The vast majority of people from these lands have a greyish tint to their skin and eyes. As you mull over the words of the fem...

As the three of you step through onto the third of the five tiles, Marsha freezes. The worn-smooth carvings on the walls leap into sharp relief, Marsha , to reveal hideous, tormented scenes. A crowd of eyeless faces open their mouths in unison, screaming silently. Can you roll a d6 to determine the ...

The pair of you creep delicately along the short corridor. The passage opens into a small, stone-walled room. The space is dominated by a large, solid stone block of table height, occupying in the centre of the room. Unlike the white, red-veined stone you have seen elsewhere, the block is carved of ...

Any half-competent student could have managed a similar trick. To your mind, Atticus , the petty illusion of the blue flame is remarkable only for its apparent longevity. Who can say how many centuries this magic has lain dormant? Your companions, however, have not been so insightful. Fletch and Mar...

Siegfried tinkers with his armour as the group take a breather. As you prop open the stone door, Aldus , the skeleton stops, turns, and again appears to regard you and your actions. Its head turns down to the iron leg wedged under the door. The skeleton pauses, then resumes its slow procession, int...

@ crsalmon: The game and story is great, so I will wait as long as needed. Though the prospect of daily updates is very exciting. Cheers, I'm really enjoying running this too. So we have one group taking a leisurely break, while (perhaps nearby?) all sorts of nonsense is happening with the other...

As you step through the closing doors, onto the next tile, a rush of heat catches your breath. The small space is, momentarily, filled with roaring blue flame. Could I get a WIS check from everyone who steps onto the second tile? If anyone hangs back, you do not see the flames, only the startled rea...