Gigi
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5 Cleric of Graves
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Post by Gigi on Mar 14, 2019 0:33:33 GMT
Gigi didn't really comment back to anything said back to her, at least, not until she was done channeling. Drow was a drow. Tiefling was a tiefling, Genasi a genasi, gnome - gnome, Huma human. It was just what they all were, not her fault anyone got upset being called by it. It was easier then remembering names, that was for sure. You'd think that after traveling for three weeks together Gigi would have picked up on names, but nope, only Thea was in her head - for reasons well beyond this period of travel.
"Minds well start from the left. Worked well enough last time with the ghouls." She said after everything had been packed up, bag situated, crossbow and bolts reluctantly handed over to Thea. Gigi hadn't apologized at all for anything she'd said, or how she said it. She wasn't here to make friends. She was here to keep people alive. At least the contract hadn't been to keep anyone rendered dead before they got there alive. She was good at manipulating the hazy thin line between life and death - but not that good. At least not yet.
She walked forward first being the most durable of everyone here. Plus no one seemed too concerned for her own personal health in going first, no one commenting 'no… -Gigi-… don't go…. Assholes. If she went down everyone was going down. She couldn't bring herself back to life. But she went ahead and opened the door, metal arm left up like one would a shield in case something wild came sprinting towards them.
The body that fell forward from the opening of the 'life' room had Gigi bending down to give it a quick medical eye. She had on simple clothing but that didn't necessarily mean anything. She stretched out her arm to block as well she could the entrance through. "Wait." She commanded, voice harsh as she looked deeper into the room. She was surprised she could see, thanks to the cracked light above, and didn't question the good fortune for now. "Something killed this woman, and the door wouldn't open from the inside. Give me a moment to see if I can tell what killed her, and how long ago."
Even from her quick look around the room the dust was obvious. She moved the body out into the original chamber they were in to see if any footprints or the like behind her. Either there would be tracks, or it'd be 'fresh' in the face of - there should have been footprints. So why wasn't there?
If this was the life room, why in the world was it so decrepit? Gigi closed her eyes and tried to run through the list of rudimentary information she'd happened to learn through pure osmosis of living so close to the City of the Dead paired with any tidbits of inklings she could recall from working with near-death for as long as she had. Life was fresh, blood, green, new. But it could also be unending and unnatural as seen by the ghouls. So… which one was it?
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 14, 2019 8:38:23 GMT
( Gigi give me an investigation check, with advantage for your medicine proficiency and experience with death)
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Gigi
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5 Cleric of Graves
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Post by Gigi on Mar 14, 2019 13:32:46 GMT
My bb is not a investigator. Let's do this:
vQkYKTGQ1d20 or 1d20
Huh, thought I had an negative modifier, not as bad then XD1d20·1d20
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 14, 2019 13:35:48 GMT
(Yup. You know what that is. This person had their life force literally sucked out of them. They've essentially been mummified as a result.)
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Gigi
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Post by Gigi on Mar 14, 2019 16:09:37 GMT
((Huh... neat))
It came to her then, as she ran her hand over the dried out corpse.
"Mummification." She said, seemingly out of the blue. "She's been mummified. Something in here wants life, sucks it right outta you. I can't tell if it was a spell, an object, trap, or another living thing - but something drained this woman dry." Gigi looked deeper into the room then, a frown set on her face. She shusshed for silence again, rudely, but by now? This was known to just be her standard disposition... so could it really be counted as rude?
Her eyes turned green as the healer began the very same breathing exercises as she'd used to heal Dhaunmyr and Thea. Gold changed to life, her tattoos lit up, and it was a strange cold-stillness that wrapped around her. It was like the sensation of walking through a graveyard. Standing in the center of a battlefield when all was said and done. Sitting in a room the moment after someone had passed on. This cloak of sensation had no physical or visual tell - it was just... there. Quiet. Unassuming. Haunting.
The Cleric of Graves was looking around with a sight that went beyond the living as she slipped into a third sense, one that would allow her to see what had stirred beyond the grave and come back to the material plane. She'd keep this sense up as long as she could, until she was sure there was nothing to be learned.
((Gigi uses one use of her Eyes of the Grave cleric feature, she can sense any undead within 60 feet that aren't in total cover or protected by divination magic))
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 14, 2019 18:19:05 GMT
((Yup - there is an invisible 'thing' at the very, very edge of the 60 ft range, approximately in the middle of the room. It doesn't seem to be moving in reaction to the door opening. Seems quite small and is floating in the air.))
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Gigi
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Post by Gigi on Mar 15, 2019 16:43:09 GMT
"There's something there, middle of the room, small. Floating in the air." She said, voice heavier as she spoke, as if the cloak of the third sight she had around her was also interwoven into her voice.
Blinking, the sight lost her, it not lasting all that long all things considered. The feeling dropped and the weight left her shoulders. "Soooooo.... yeah. Life sucking something potentially 60 feet in." She summed up, voice sarcastically back to normal.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 15, 2019 19:37:51 GMT
“Well. That sounds bad. Anything we should do about it? Because I like my life staying in my me.”
Dhaunmyr only poked his head around and above Gigi, peering in, seeing nothing other than the dead woman, nothing to really make him any more worried than he currently was. He wasn’t interested at all in figuring out any kind of riddle, puzzle or mystery. By this point he wanted only to go home. He’d fought, he’d taken a little scratch and he hadn’t had a proper blackout drinking session in a while, so he was feeling quite sorry for himself, besides the fact he was utterly sick of the woman’s crap.
“Please tell me you don’t want to do anything to that invisible thing. It’s invisible. I can’t shoot anything I can’t see.”
He groaned and walked back over to the people he actually liked. “Thoughts? Any input? Oh - if you didn’t see it there’s another dead person, so if you don’t want to - don’t look. Here’s my thoughts - not a very good prospect for a room of life to have a life-sucker, so I imagine the rest are only going to get worse. I think we just... close the door. Move on. Then leave.”
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Post by pastels on Mar 17, 2019 12:48:49 GMT
When Gigi opened the door, Proserpina was right behind her, peering over her shoulder like a hovering spirit as yet too curious for its own good. She covered her nose when the stale air seeped out into the main chamber, the oppressive rank intermingling with the glamour emanating off her skin. The “Life Room” was… spacious; she had seen plazas smaller than this. Strangely enough, everything within was caked with dust, the telltale whorls of disturbance unnervingly absent from the too-silent chamber.
Proserpina drew away when the withered body was dragged out for inspection. In a voice that was oddly… weighted compared to her original rasp, Gigi went on about how this process was done by something yet unknown—something which, as they spoke, remained floating deep within the room. The tiefling paced around a bit and listened to Dhaunmyr share his thoughts on the matter. She sighed. This expedition was truly starting to seem its weight in gold. “That is certainly an appealing option. Let’s save it for when we truly have no ideas left, yes?”
She rubbed her hands over her arms, trying to hide the gooseflesh pricking up all over. “If the corpse is wearing clothes of a relatively recent trend… The menace siphoned the life out of it, completely,” Proserpina murmured to herself. Such power, from so miniscule a form. Her mind raced to piece together the story; perhaps she read about this kind of creature long ago, as a child in the great libraries. After all, where would she get her villains and archetypes? Or was it a trap? Remember when the great hero Reagan the Redtusk was felled by ancient machinations instead of the malevolent lich he was planning to slay?
History: mWkDoh|K1d20+3 1d20+3
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 17, 2019 13:33:59 GMT
For Astra:
There's all sorts of undead that it could be who suck the life out of their victims. Liches are certainly one, and they're powerful enough to be invisible - then again, you'd probably also be dead right now if you'd opened the door on a lich.
There's a lot of undead who aren't very smart, though, and some which are just bound to particular purpose. The spirit - which is what you're pretty sure it is - might not be attacking you because you haven't crossed the threshold yet. It might be a trap of a sort, which would mean that there's probably something in there worth protecting - or there was. And Gigi is right, the door probably would lock behind you if the point of the trap was to keep you in a room with a dangerous entity - easy to open from the outside, impossible to open from the inside?
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Post by moralhazard on Mar 17, 2019 15:34:36 GMT
Thea took her turn peering around Gigi, before stepping back and letting the cleric do – apparently – her thing. The life room had seemed so promising, and yet…
“The life force sucked out,” Thea repeated, slowly, looking from Gigi to Proserpina and Dhaunmyr, and largely focusing her thoughts to them. What did they know? Something small and invisible, floating in the air in the middle of the room. A woman killed – the life force sucked out of her – in the middle of the room.
“Maybe – ” Thea wrinkled her nose. “Life, death and eternity. If this room takes your life, then – maybe the death room… takes your death. Makes you a ghoul,” her eyes widened a little. She wasn’t sure if the explanation made sense, but it at least seemed to. “I don’t know how the eternity room would fit in, though,” Thea added after a moment.
“Professor,” Thea turned back to the Professor again, smiling. “Does all this – make you think of anything? Any lore you know about this site?”
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Post by Kai Wren on Mar 17, 2019 16:18:24 GMT
The Professor shook her head, "No. This isn't my area, not really. I was here to learn, not to apply my learning. Bodes is the expert."
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Post by pastels on Mar 18, 2019 3:45:29 GMT
“Well…” Proserpina started, voice rich as liquid amber, while she tapped at her chin in thought. “In all the legends I’ve read, only liches have the power to cloak themselves. And, well, not to undermine our collective capabilities, but ‘tis a threat of a different magnitude…” The meaning was left ripe in the air; it if had been a lich, they would have been dead—and Waterdeep, too, had a new threat on its horizon.
“I would venture a guess that 'tis a spirit, bound to a certain perimeter which our unfortunate stranger crossed. I don’t believe its hostile, simply… directed to attack intruders.” She brought her hand down on her open palm, bolstered by a rush of certainty, “If so, Gigi is correct. ‘Tis a trap. This door will surely close soon as we enter—or reach the threshold which triggers it. Yet that means that there is aught in this room worth such machinations!”
Proserpina returned to the door, soft pink petals scattering in her wake, and attempted to catch a glimpse of the said trap from the scant space afforded by Gigi’s arm. “Let me see... Ooh, excuse me, miss Gigi. It must be here somewhere…”
She didn’t know exactly what would happen if, by some strange happenstance, they retrieved the important thing within the room. Perhaps it could help with future challenges in the other rooms? Else they would have to resort like guessing, which Thea was starting to do, as the Professor had no other thoughts that could help.
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Post by enchilada on Mar 23, 2019 22:49:29 GMT
“Let’s just check all the rooms and get gone. I personally don’t care for some silly item, especially if I’m gonna end up being dead for it.” Dhaunmyr sighed, and headed on to the next door, opening it with his sleeve pulled over his hand.
Dhaunmyr was more of a wanderer than an adventurer, for certain, and he wasn’t the bravest of the bunch either. One thing he certainly was, was frustrated and perhaps even bored with the situation. They could stand around and argue all day, they could make a scene and piss each other off, but Dhaunmyr just wanted to go home. Or, back to Waterdeep, at least. Home wouldn’t be that different. Impending sense of doom, the smells and sights of death, malevolent demon-y, religious-y, spirit-y presences. And most importantly, a nice thick roof. Hopefully. Oh, and the relative dark and gloom.
So homey. Might as well stick a live, love, laugh poster on the bloody wall. But, here he was, peering into the room with his sparkly blue eyes that saw deep into the depths of darkness, and of course into plenty of rather hideous views today. Maybe someone else could check the last door, then they wouldn’t have to take so many more seconds down here. Brief moments were dragging out, now that he was so bored of ... Well. What were they even doing anymore?
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Post by pastels on Apr 1, 2019 4:42:43 GMT
Proserpina made a noise at the back of her throat, one which she quashed down after the others suggested moving on. Oh, but the promise of treasure… Greed truly was a vice in itself, wasn’t it? She glanced down at her skirt and smoothed the fabric, noting with some displeasure that dirt had made its way under one of her fingernails. “Let’s get to it then,” the tiefling said, the forced calm in her tone deliberately maintained and yet firm at the edges, as she observed her hand.
When Dhaunmyr made for the next door, Proserpina trailed after him, slightly concerned he would trigger a trap like their hapless acquaintance in the Life Room.
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