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Apheori (GM): Okay, now will this work?
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Y'all are in a tavern. It's afternoon or evening or something. You have someone to meet tomorrow, but for now you're just... what, waiting? Getting drunk? Daring Greibel to smoke random things, or better yet, trying to get Gravy to do it?
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Amadi and Greibel were dancing.
 
Apparently.
<screenplay>
And Rhu... you're still in a horrible nightmare world.
INT. Horrible nightmare realm
Gaurav: Yay!
 
Wait.
Rhu is still in a horrible nightmare world. It's horrible. And nightmarish. He's facing an enormous red toad eye peering at him out of the wall. There are creepy voices emanating from nowhere in particular.
Were they dancing with each other? Is everybody still outside?
 
Ganelon: Radek is having no part in your dancing.
Rhu takes his mask off to check if he can still hear the creepy voices without it on - he can. Things feel relatively normal without it, too. The air, the smell - what ''is'' that smell? The walls feel like the inside of a cat. Not hairy, just smooth and moist.
Nor getting drunk. It's pretty boring, but he's probably just pondering and tinkering with his 'bots.
 
Apheori (GM): Radek was pondering, but I think he's all pondered out for the day.
Rhu puts the mask back on and uses his sleeve to try to wipe the eye gently. The eye doesn't feel hairy at all - it feels wet and smooth and the cloth sort of sticks to it.
BOTS.
 
Ganelon: Unless someone wants a thing made magical.
Then the pupil contracts and the eye, despite being part of the entire way, tries to shrink away, rumbling the entire place, whatever the place is.
He can do that.
 
Gaurav: Anybody in the inn chatting about this whole zombies-destroying-everything thing? Or even just the destruction of their guardhouse by a bunch of out-of-town people?
Rhu supports himself against the membranous hairy walls to avoid falling over.
Ganelon: Well, we might be out-of-town, but everyone in charge mistook me for some sort of CSI.
 
And not wanting to deny myself the privilege of being able to boss them around, I just played along.
RHU
Apheori (GM): Well, more folks are probably starting to come into the inn around now.
Woah, hairy place ... woah ...
Because I'm just arbitrarily declaring it evening.
 
Radek: This place had better not have karaoke nights...
Something sticky and viscous drips on Rhu's head. Rhu ignores it for now and continues trying to steady himself as the rumbling dies down.
Apheori (GM): So yeah, some noticed the... whatever visible signs there are. And the lack of guards.
 
Mostly the lack of guards. A lot of bad jokes about that.
He looks around. ''(rolled 30 perception)'' Nothing really stands out, but the voices continue behind the rumbling, getting louder and frantic and saying uncertain things about other things. Lunch is missing.  
Ganelon: He won't bother to explain things to them because:
 
1. It would take considerable effort to make them understand.
Then the rumbling stops. The place is still. The walls ooze. More viscous stuff falls on Rhu's shoulder.
2. They would not likely be able to contribute to the problem's resolution.
 
3. Starting a panic would be bad, I guess.
Rhu looks for an opening, glancing occasionally at the tunnel that he tried to climb through earlier to make sure it was still open. ''(rolled 31 perception)''
Apheori (GM): Speaking of panic...
 
Rhu: d20
Rhu gingerly pokes at the ooze. It's dark and sticky and looks like it's covered in hair.
Gaurav:
 
rolling d20
RHU
(
Huh.
15
 
)
There seems to be a crack in the other wall. A whole lot of ooze came out of that. Rhu heads toward it.
=
 
15
'''''Gaurav''' (Rhu): It was great playing with you guys, and I hope whatever character I role next is less liable to fall into the digestive systems of basements.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
 
Um.
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): That is a rather naive hope.
What does everyone do?
 
Rhu takes his mask off to check if he can still hear the creepy voices without it on
Rhu tries to enlarge the crack with his hands and look through - it looks like a passage has opened, though it's uncertain where to. But it's big enough to fit a person.
Apheori (GM): Still hear. Can't see anything, though.
 
Roll perception.
Rhu steps through the crack. Everything is dark and sticky and furry. He has to crawl to make progress, and so he crawls.
Ganelon: Rhu's still doing stuff of importance, right now I'm browsing magic items.
 
Is Frezak even seeing any of this?
This goes on for awhile.
Apheori (GM): Going mad is importat.
 
Frezak is probably dead.
 
Rhu:
INT. Dorgin town inn - night
rolling d20+14 perception check
 
(
The party has someone to meet tomorrow, but for now they're just... doing random stuff. Amadi and Greibel are dancing. Radek is having no part in it; he's sitting alone at a table just pondering and tinkering.  
4
 
)
Townsfolk have been trickling in, amidst some chatter of the current weirdness and a fair number of rather bad jokes.
+14
 
=
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): Radek spends an hour to make... HEDGE WIZARD'S GLOVES. (cost: 840 piles of dust)
18
 
Apheori (GM): Amadi will thus dress up his character as Old Gregg, complete with extra lipstick.
'''''Bear Soup Guy''' (Greibel): This is no time for gardening!
Gaurav: o.0
 
Apheori (GM): Rhu: Things feel relatively normal. When you don't look at them. What 'normal' actually is you don't know.
When he finishes, we find Amadi dressed up as Old Gregg and leering at Gravy. He ignores her. She produces Baileys and a glass of it appears in front of everyone.
Gaurav: How do you mean, "feel"?
 
Ganelon: Oh. Of course!
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): The gloves allow their wearer to use two wizard cantrips - one makes hands that can carry small objects and manipulate things, the other is Prestidigitation and does 'everything'.
Apheori (GM): With hands. Air? Smell. A general... uh... you have no idea. It just feels.
* ''Change colours of, clean, soil, chill, warm, or flavour 1 ft cubed of matter...
FEEEELS.
* ''Create a small image or item that vanishes a few seconds later
Ganelon: Radek spends an hour to make...
* ''Make a small handheld item invisible for a likewise brief period.
HEDGE WIZARD'S GLOVES.
* ''Light or extinguish... light sources. Campfires are mentioned.
Bear Soup Guy: This is no time for gardening!
* ''Create harmless sensory effects.
Frezak (GM): I arrive to see that Gan is doing the right thing.
 
Carry on, Gan.
'''''Gaurav''' (Rhu): "Flavour 1 ft cubed of matter" ... hmm.
Ganelon: I can make a second pair if you want.
 
I have enough dust for two.
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): Yep, I can make stone taste delicious to you.
Gaurav: I guess I meant: do the walls feel like normal walls, or do they still feel hairy and membranous, except now Rhu feels that this is "normal" somehow?
 
Frezak (GM): I don't think Gravy would be any good with 'em
'''''Gaurav''' (Rhu): We could turn the Hole into a lollipop and get Amadi to eat it.
Apheori (GM): Frezak: You've been dressed up as Old Gregg, unless you object.
 
Do you object? Forcefully?
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): So once he's done making them, obviously he has to test them out.
Frezak (GM): I do object.
 
Apheori (GM): Okay. Then Amadi is dressed up as Old Gregg and leering at you.
Radek stares into the Baileys balefully. He doesn't ''drink''. Literally.
Frezak (GM): I have no idea what that is.
 
Ganelon: So this costs 840 whatevers of dust.
Gravy starts to drink his, but Radek interrupts him.
Gaurav: So: they're both dressed up as Old Gregg now?
 
Apheori (GM): Just Amadi.
RADEK
Frezak (GM): 840 Squots.
Hey, do you want that to taste like something else? Literally anything.
Slightly less than a.. KiloSquot.
 
Ganelon: The gloves allow their wearer to use two wizard cantrips - one makes hands that can carry small objects and manipulate things, the other is Prestidigitation and does everything.
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Apheori (GM): Piles. It's the standard fantastical parlance. Piles of dust.
Like?
Ganelon: Except, if you real the rules as written, anything that can be done by anything else.
(he pauses to think)
Apheori (GM): Anything else can do anything.
Hmm.
If anything is everything in this context. Alternatively.
Lemonade. Chicken lemonade. Chickenade?
Ganelon: Yeah, so you should probably interpret the rules more favorably.
 
Frezak (GM): Well, anything that can be done by 'powers'
RADEK
Gaurav: Gan: woo! That sounds pretty awesome and useful.
The limit is... well, I suppose ''my'' imagination.
Frezak (GM): And there are many things not covered by powers.
 
Apheori (GM): If there isn't a designated power for something, you'll be rolling a sanity check to see if it actually works. How does that sound?
THE GRAVEDIGGER
So you can try anything at all...
Your imagination?
But it may explode!
So... wires and chrome? That does not sound tasty.
Frezak (GM): CAN YOUR GLOVES DIG HOLES?
 
Rhu takes out any scrap of cloth he can -- or uses a sleeve of whatever he's wearing if he's got nothing -- and tries to wipe the eye gently.
Radek touches the glass with his gloves, and the Baileys takes on the flavour of his closest approximation to Chickenade. ''(rolled 23 ancient history to get the chickenade right)''
Ganelon: It can:
 
- Change colours of, clean, soil, chill, warm, or flavour 1 ft cubed of matter...
RADEK
Frezak (GM): Much hinges on this.
...Just try it.
Apheori (GM): Does Rhu have the mask on?
Let me know if I remember the sensation of taste correctly.
Ganelon: - Create a small image or item that vanishes a few seconds later
 
- Make a small handheld item invisible for a likewise brief period.
Gaurav: Oh yes sorry.
Ganelon: - Light or extinguish... light sources. Campfires are mentioned.
Rhu puts the mask back on before rubbing the eye &c.
Ganelon: And create harmless sensory effects.
Basically, they are the best gloves for fucking around you will ever wear.
Gaurav: "Flavour 1 ft cubed of matter" ... hmm.
Ganelon: Yep, I can make stone taste delicious to you.
Gaurav: We could turn the Hole into a lollipop and get Amadi to eat it.
Apheori (GM): DO IT.
Ganelon: I don't think that counts as matter.
So once he's done making them, obviously he has to test them out.
Apheori (GM): Do Greibel or Gravy do anything?
Frezak (GM): I don't think Gravy has anything to do.
Apheori (GM): There's other people around now. Amadi got you all baileys.
Though you're not sure HOW exactly.
Ganelon: What is a bailey?
Apheori (GM): Creamy whiskey. With, like, actual cream in it.
Frezak (GM): It's a... cream liqueur.
Gaurav: Baileys Irish Creme
Radek stares into the Bailey balefully. He doesn't /drink/. Literally.
Frezak (GM): Gravy will drink it for two reasons.
Because then Radek doesn't seem impolite for not drinking.
And because Gravy has inhuman constitution.
Radek: Hey, do you want that to taste like something else?
Literally anything.
The Gravedigger: Like?
The Gravedigger hmms.
Radek: The limit is... well, I suppose /my/ imagination.
The Gravedigger: Lemonade.
Chicken lemonade.
Gaurav: o.0
The Gravedigger: Chickenade?
Gaurav: 0.0
The Gravedigger: Your imagination?
SO... wires and chrome?
That does not sound tasty.
Radek touches the glass with his gloves, and the Bailey takes on the flavour of his closest approximation to Chickenade.
Radek: ...Just try it. Let me know if I remember the sensation of taste correctly.
Amadi sits on the bar and giggles.
Amadi sits on the bar and giggles.
Gaurav: I suppose that's better than sitting in the bar and giggling.
 
Frezak (GM): WHAT IS IT LIKE
The chickenade Baileys tastes a bit like cream of lemon chicken soup. It is rather chickeny, and a bit fried-like.
Ganelon: Amusingly, I don't see anything about Prestidigitation effects getting dismissed.
 
Frezak (GM): What, actively switched off?
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Ganelon: You can have three active at a time, but the power makes no overt mention of deactivating one intentionally.
Wow!
Frezak (GM): Hah.
 
Ganelon: So if you don't like your drink, you can request a different flavour... but not the original one unless Radek can duplicate that.
Radek sits content with the fact that that his memory of food is apparently still good enough, though he's rocking out in his head.
Apheori (GM): Radek: Roll something to get the chickenade right.
 
Radek:
Meanwhile Greibel is trying to perform a magic trick for a disinterested but polite bar patron who seems to to be unhappy despite wearing a very funny hat.
rolling 1d20 Something
 
(
16
)
=
16
Apheori (GM): What do you think, would history be appropriate?
Ganelon: If it's history, that's a 23.
Gaurav: I'd say "Bartending", so ... Nature?
Ganelon: 20 if it's Nature or any other wisdom-based skill he's not trained in.
Apheori (GM): Let's just go with history because it's all ancient history to Radek.
Gravy!
The chickenade baileys tastes a bit like cream of lemon chicken soup. It is rather chickeny, and a bit fried-like.
The Gravedigger: Wow!
Bear Soup Guy shudders
Gaurav: Oh yum.
Would it still taste like Baileys at all? I don't imagine those tastes would go well together at all.
Ganelon: That's up to the DM.
Apheori (GM): Naw.
Just the texture.
Ganelon: In a less silly game, one of ours ruled that it only adds flavour rather than replacing.
Gaurav: Huh. Interesting.
Ganelon: Because we could very easily make poisons delicious, for instance. Or eat awful food and love it.
Apheori (GM): What's wrong with that?
Ganelon: Well, my character was carrying three doses of extremely lethal poison AT THE TIME.
Apheori (GM): If you have a good understanding of chemistry and the right chemicals on hand, you can do that anyway.
Just look at processed foods.
Ganelon: You mean like the stuff that people try to convince you is cheese despite not being legally able to use the word "cheese"?
Apheori (GM): For instance.
Ganelon: So you get names like "Processed Dairy Slices"?
Apheori (GM): Or even just stuff like 'fruit-flavoured' anything.
Or breakfast cereal.
Apheori (GM) shudders.
Ganelon: I'll try not to abuse this- okay no, I'm not fooling anyone.
You guys will be sucking on candy flavoured rocks within a day.
Frezak (GM): Uh-huh.
Gaurav: Rocks?
Apheori (GM): If you try something like that, they should do opposing perception checks or something.
Also this doesn't change the texture, so they won't be able to chew the rocks.
Gaurav: As long as you don't make us eat week-old sentient porridge, I'm not going to complain too much.
Apheori (GM): You could probabyl do a separate one to change the texture too, but...
Ganelon: Well.
I could make gum last forever.
Apheori (GM): I don't imagine you'll get much past Gravy's perception if you try anything obtuse.
Frezak (GM): Well, no, it would lose elasticity eventually.
Ganelon: You've got me there.
Gaurav: To be fair, as a group, we basically eat whatever Amadi hands us
so I'm not sure why we'd be more skeptical of Radek, especially since (1) he's the smart one, and (2) he could spin some "oh look strupenwaffles! These are delicious and have exactly the same texture as rocks" nonsense with a perfectly straight face.
Anyway, I'm still waiting to see what rubbing the eye with some cloth did.
Apheori (GM): Rhu: What eye are you rubbing?
Frezak (GM): Radek doesn't have the empathy to fuck with people.
Ganelon: Radek will sit content with the fact that that his memory of food is apparently still good enough.
This is what he's imagining, however:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfPuQKTXaPA
For Frezak's web-impaired sake, it's the wizard rocking out. You've likely seen it before.
Gaurav: The forbidden arts of ... flavour changing?
Frezak (GM): Thank you, Gan.
Ganelon: He can produce small items too, Gaurav.
Although the bloody rules say you can't use them to "serve as a tool".
Which is again, such a vague and harsh restriction that I kinda hate 'em.
Gaurav: I vote we play without that restriction.
Apheori (GM): Does that mean mechanical tool?
Psychological tool?
Metaphorical tool?
Gaurav: Apheori: the eye I revealed by clawing at the wall. You described it as enormous and red like a toad's.
Apheori (GM): Oh. So you rub it with cloth?
Are you sure you want to rub a hairy eyeball with cloth?
Gaurav: Very gently. I'm trying to get its attention, and to see what sort of texture it has. Apart from hairy.
Oh, aaaand
if nothing happens, I'll try it again without the mask, to see how "normal" it feels.
Bear Soup Guy: Rhu really thinks pretty logically for a guy who keeps getting helplessly into trouble and worships an insane and malevolent God
Ganelon: You've gotta hold onto something in this crazy world.
Gaurav: Science is all I gots
Ganelon: Sci-five, Gaurav.
Apheori (GM): Well, it doesn't feel hairy at all. It feels wet and smooth and the cloth sticks to it and the pupil contracts and it tries to shrink away and then the entire place rumbles.
Ganelon: That all sounds rather bad.
Gaurav: Eh.
Like, side-to-side rumble or floor-giving-way/changing-topology rumble?
Apheori (GM): EVERYTHING RUMBLING.
Rhu supports himself again the membranous hairy walls
Rhu: Woah, hairy place ... woah ...
Apheori (GM): Something sticky and viscous drips on your head.
Rhu ignores it for now and continues trying to steady himself
Apheori (GM): Perception, please.
Frezak (GM): YOU SEE DOOM
Gaurav: Oh no, not doom! Anything but doom! Or Amadi dressed up as Old Gregg!
Rhu:
rolling d20+14 perception check
(
16
)
+14
=
30
Gaurav: yay, I see things!
Apheori (GM): Rhu: You also notice the voices behind the rumbling, getting louder and frantic and saying... well, you don't know what.
Were they saying anything before? I don't remember.
Gaurav: <<"Rhu hears whispers. Some are saying his name. Others... other things. It sounds like they've found something. Lost other things. Having lunch. Very sinister.
Left-handed."
>>
Apheori (GM): Ah, okay.
Gaurav: Left-handed hairy voices they were.
<<"Oh, details about the voice itself, eh? It's low and sweet, like a fungus that eats flies. That's what it reminds you of. Except these flies are horrible and huge, and the fungus is actually something else entirely.>>
Apheori (GM): Then the rumbling stops. The place is still. The walls ooze. More viscous stuff falls on your shoulder.
Rhu looks for an opening, glancing occasionally at the tunnel that he tried to climb through earlier to make sure it was still open.
Apheori (GM): The voices are still raised and worried and argumentative.
Perception!
Rhu:
rolling d20+14 perception
(
17
)
+14
=
31
Rhu gingerly pokes at the ooze on the wall -- I guess this is already on the hand he was using to steady himself
Apheori (GM): The ooze is dark and sticky and looks like it's covered in hair.
Rhu: Huh.
Gaurav: It's treacle, isn't it.
I'm stuck in a treacle well.
Apheori (GM): There does seem to be a crack in the other wall, though. A whole lot of ooze came our of that.
Gaurav: HA
HAAAAAAA
Rhu heads for the crack of ooze
Gaurav: It was great playing with you guys, and I hope whatever character I role next is less liable to fall into the digestive systems of basements.
Ganelon: That is a rather naive hope.
Gaurav: Fair enough.
Apheori (GM): What does Rhu do?
Rhu tries to enlarge the crack with his hands and look through
Apheori (GM): It looks like a passage has opened, though you don't know where to.
And you should be able to fit in.
Rhu steps through the crack
Apheori (GM): It's dark and sticky and furry.
You have to crawl to make progress.
Gaurav: Eeeeee
Rhu crawls
Apheori (GM): Great.
Rhu does that for awhile.
Unless he stops.
In which case he sits there.
Rhu stops occasionally to catch his breath, but otherwise keeps going.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
Back to everyone else.
Gaurav: Is it warm in this tunnel?
Apheori (GM): It's both warm and cold.
Apheori (GM) waves a fish.
Ganelon: What's Greibel been up to?
Gaurav: Is he still dancing?
Bear Soup Guy: He's trying to perform a magic trick for a disinterested but polite bar patron
Gaurav: And what happened to that awful musician that someone (Gravy?) threw into a grave?
Bear Soup Guy: Amadi and Greibel scared him
Apheori (GM): The bar person is unhappy and yet wearing a very funny hat.
The musician is still in the grave. Occasionally you can hear his screeches.
Frezak (GM): Why are we still IN the bar?
Apheori (GM): Because you haven't left. Do you want to leave?
Greibel makes several flourishing motions before removing the patron's hat, setting it on the table, hitting it with a hammer, picking it back up, reaching inside, and pulling out the destroyed remains of three eggs
Greibel makes several flourishing motions before removing the patron's hat, setting it on the table, hitting it with a hammer, picking it back up, reaching inside, and pulling out the destroyed remains of three eggs
Ganelon: Got nowhere else to be, really.
 
Apheori (GM): It's also an inn, so they should have rooms.
The patron looks at Greibel disgruntledly, takes the hat back, shakes it out, then realises it's got egg stuck to the inside.
Gaurav: Describe funny hat
 
Frezak (GM): What does Radek need to further work on the Holes Problem?
Greibel grins sheepishly. The patron sighs, wipes it on his trousers, and puts it back on.
Apheori (GM): The patron looks at Greibel disgruntedly, takes the hat back, shakes it out, then realises it's got egg stuck to the inside.
 
Ganelon: Mostly a Hole and room for experimentation.
Gravy heads out and wanders around the outskirts of town for zombies and herbs. The bard in the grave screeches at his as he passes. All in all, he finds some hallucinogenic plants, hears some random howling, determines that the howling was not probably not chickens ''(rolled 23 nature to see if the howling was chickens)'' and instead possibly a moose, and then heads back.
We'll get both tomorrow.
 
Greibel grins sheepishly
 
Frezak (GM): In that case...
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): I think... yes, tonight, Radek is going to explore the possibility of making his bomb an un-bomb. Something that can close holes and mend craters rather than create them.
Gravy will wander around the outskirts of town for zombies and herbs
 
Ganelon: I think... yes, tonight, he is going to explore the possibility of making his bomb an un-bomb.
'''''Apheori (GM)''': How would it work?
Apheori (GM): The patron wipes it on his trousers and puts it back on.
 
Ganelon: That isn't to say it's an antimatter explosive (it could be already).
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): He wants to see if it can create stuff rather than simply energy. Whatever stuff the environment lacks.
Apheori (GM): Gravy: You wander. It's getting darker and cooler and horrible bugs come out. You find some hallucinogens.
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): Of course, a bomb that converts explosive energy into mass is fascinating enough on its own.
You hear some howling.
''But in particular, we're talking about creating whatever is lacking that causes holes to appear. Stuff on the most fundamental level. Reality.
What's an unbomb to Radek?
 
Ganelon: In this case?
'''''Gaurav''' (Rhu): Hmm, interesting. Somehow I imagined the holes more like ... necrosis. Like skin just tearing apart and then there's a gap. So I've been thinking about closing them in clotting/stitching metaphors
Something that can close holes and mend craters rather than create them.
 
Apheori (GM): How would it work?
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): That could be accurate. Of course, we're debating the metaphysical properties of a fictional world that may have never made sense to begin with.
Ganelon: He wants to see if it can create stuff rather than simply energy. Whatever stuff the environment lacks.
 
Apheori (GM): What operating principles is he exploring.
'''''Apheori (GM)''': So energy-based matter synthesis according to what should be in a space but isn't?
\
 
?
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): The latter would most assuredly be reliant on magic. Energy to matter is theoretically possible to achieve through our understanding of modern science. "What used to be here"... is more complicated.
Gaurav: Where does the stuff come from? It is a direct energy->mass conversion or does it just suck it in from the surroundings?
 
Ganelon: The former.
While Radek ponders, Amadi is sitting on the bar, dressed like Old Gregg, singing about pickles. Then she suddenly giggles and falls over backwards behind the bar.
Latter's no good, that's just a vaccuum.
 
Gaurav: It might still act as a clot of sorts.
The barkeep mutters something about how maybe they need a new bar.
Ganelon: Of course, a bomb that converts explosive energy into mass is fascinating enough on its own.
 
But in particular, we're talking about creating whatever is lacking that causes holes to appear.
Gravy comes back inside, wordlessly thrusts the plants he found at Greibel, and goes to bother Radek.
Stuff on the most fundamental level. Reality.
 
Gaurav: Hmm, interesting. Somehow I imagined the holes more like ... necrosis. Like skin just tearing apart and then there's a gap. So I've been thinking about closing them in clotting/stitching metaphors.
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): Not that you need one, but is there a purpose to this bebotheration?
Apheori (GM): Hmm.
 
Ganelon: That could be accurate. Of course, we're debating the metaphysical properties of a fictional world that may have never made sense to begin with.
'''''Frezak''' (Gravy): Yes. Gravy is sure that Radek needs good old bothering to keep him grounded.
Apheori (GM): So energy-based matter synthesis according to what should be in a space but isn't?
 
Eeeeegh, that's complicated.
Greibel inspects the hallucinogenic ''(rolled 23 nature)'' and finds it not only to be a mild hallucinogen, but also likely to be very, very stinky if smoked.
Ganelon: The latter would most assuredly be reliant on magic.
 
Apheori (GM): Oh, it's all magic. And none.
'''''Frezak''' (Gravy): Actually. I want to roll Arcana. To say soemthing smart. (rolled 21 arcana)
But okay.
 
Ganelon: Oh, you know what I mean.
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Energy to matter is theoretically possible to achieve through our understanding of modern science.
Have you considered that you're overlookign the resonant disharmony between planar frequencies?
"What used to be here"... is more complicated.
Apheori (GM): Well, it should be doable, though Radek isn't going to be sure of all the component pieces at this point.
Ganelon: It's a thought exercise for him even if it's completely impossible.
Apheori (GM): But that's just it - it's not completely impossible.
It actually might be doable.
Ganelon: That just makes it even better.
Apheori (GM): Doable like the miniature Old Gregg sitting on the bar.
...it's singing.
About pickles.
Then it giggles and falls over backwards behind the bar.
Greibel probably hears the barkeep mutter something about how maybe they need a new bar.
Ganelon: But then we'd just loiter there instead.
What they really need is an exterminator.
To rid the place of godlings, adventurers, and other stubborn pests.
Apheori (GM): Well, that's the problem.
Gaurav: That'd be a fun D&D game: you play a guild of adventurer exterminators, constantly getting in the middle of other adventures and putting an end to all that nonsense.
Apheori (GM): Two people just disappeared through it.
XD
Ganelon: ...Gaurav, you're a genius.
I've /already/ got a workable character concept for such a game.
I'd play the healer.
The one role that nobody wants to play but every adventuring party wants.
Apheori (GM): I like playing healers.
Frezak (GM): COULD I BE TWIP
Apheori (GM): You can just ignore all the enemies. It's great.
Ganelon: Pffft.
Apheori, you have no idea what you're missing.
Sure, it can be nice to ignore the enemies.
Gaurav: They don't ignore you, though, is the thing. They know that once you're down the rest of the party can be safely killed.
Apheori (GM): I've played non-healers.
I'm just lazy.
Ganelon: But I have a character who does even better.
She makes the enemies useless and then ignores them.
Apheori (GM): And that is why I stay away from the party.
Gaurav: Gan: nice.
Apheori (GM): Seriously, that actually worked in pvp in gw - I'd just hide behind a rock and heal everyone. XD
You'd think other players would think of that.
Ganelon: D&D 4E has an astounding capacity for players being just... incredibly rude to the enemies they're fighting.
Apheori (GM): What, enemies can't be rude back?
Ganelon: They can.
Apheori (GM): Good.
Ganelon: Shadow Wolves are incredibly rude.
If you attack them in melee, they attack you first, blind you, and then jump out of range before you're allowed to hit. And if you're no longer in range, you don't get to hit.
Frezak (GM): Right, but in 4E a foe can't just shut down the party with one spell.
Ganelon: True.
Apheori (GM): Pfft.
Ganelon: They don't get Sleep.
Gaurav: Shadow wolves sound like fun.
Not as fun as Rhu about to get chased down a tunnel by Old Gregg, but ...
Ganelon: Oh gods, you're right.
Old Gregg is coming for him.
Apheori (GM): So... what now?
Rhu continues crawling through the tunnel
Ganelon: I assume that most everyone's going to sleep.
Except for Rhu.
He may never sleep again.
Gaurav: Oh right, I forgot that. Thanks for the reminder.
Didn't Gravy hear some howling?
Ganelon: Also Radek, but we've established what he's been up to overnight.
Gaurav: Was it just some chickens or something?
Ganelon: ...Yes, that's right.
Gaurav: Also it'd be cool if Greibel could commune with the local fauna and see if they've heard anything about the holes or zombies or squirrels
Frezak (GM): Howling chickens?
Bear Soup Guy: Are there animals in the bar?
Apheori (GM): Roll nature to see if the howling was chickens.
Not besides your party.
Frezak (GM):
rolling 1D20+10
(
13
)
+10
=
23
Apheori (GM): I mean...
Frezak (GM): Nature!
Apheori (GM): Actually the animals already left.
Frezak (GM): Also very slow rolls.
Apheori (GM): The thing takes a long time to roll?
Frezak (GM): I'll try again >.>
rolling 1D20+10
(
3
)
+10
=
13
It's the new Quantum Rolls.
Ganelon: His internet connection is being throttled.
Frezak (GM): They don't like my web speed.
Apheori (GM): >.<
Frezak (GM): Strangulated in a non-sexual manner!
Ganelon: I'll bet /gnolls/ are responsible.
Apheori (GM): I dunno, it may give them sexual gratification.
Frezak (GM): Fukken Gnolls!
Ganelon: Here, what's your bonus?
Frezak (GM): There we go.
Ganelon: Oh, there it is.
Frezak (GM): First one is the one that counts!
Apheori (GM): You don't think it's a chicken.
It sounds more like a moose.
Frezak (GM): So when WAS that?
Apheori (GM): What?
Frezak (GM): That I heard this beast.
Apheori (GM): Just now, I guess. You found a hallucinogenic plant and then heard a howl.
Frezak (GM): Do moose usually howl?
Apheori (GM): You don't think so.
Frezak (GM): I will carefully collect the plant and bring it to Greibel.
Whereupon I will wordless thrust it at him and go bother Radek.
Ganelon: Not that you need one, but is there a purpose to this bebotheration?
Apheori (GM): Gravy's the Warrior, Greibel is the Fool, Amadi is the Whore, Rhu is the Virgin, and Radek is the Scholar.
It all fits.
Frezak (GM): Yes.
Gravy is sure that Radek needs good old bothering to keep him grounded.
Gaurav: Hey!
Bear Soup Guy:
rolling 1d20+13 nature to inspect the hallucinogenic plant
(
10
)
+13
=
23
Apheori (GM): Unless Rhu is the Whore? Those two were a little fuzzy.
Ganelon: "Hey, Radek!"
"What!? I was just contemplating a process that could result in the destruction of all matter in the universe!"
"...You're welcome!"
Gaurav: Hee.
Rhu is definitely the Whore, if for no reason than that he's likely the first person killed.
Apheori (GM): Amadi seems more likely to pull a Katia than Rhu does.
Gaurav: And Amadi is the most likely to be alive at the end.
Apheori (GM): Pfft, fine.
Gaurav: Well, "alive"
Apheori (GM): Technically she's already dead.
Gaurav: Yes
And will probably be again
Such are the ways of godfragments
Apheori (GM): Greibel: The plant is indeed hallucinogenic, and also likely to be very, very stinky if smoked.
VERY stinking.
stinky
Frezak (GM): Actually.
I want to roll Arcana.
To say soemthing smart.
Apheori (GM): Do iiiit.
Frezak (GM):
rolling 1D20+3
(
18
)
+3
=
21
Oh man.
The Gravedigger: Have you considered that you're overlookign the resonant disharmony between planar frequencies?
Oooh, look at the shine on that shovel.
Oooh, look at the shine on that shovel.
Radek does a double-take.
Radek does a double-take.
Radek: .../What/ did you just say?
 
Gaurav: Hahahahahaha
RADEK
The Gravedigger: It's this polish.
...''What'' did you just say?
 
THE GRAVEDIGGER
It's this polish.
Got it before this thing started, made from authentic materials!
Got it before this thing started, made from authentic materials!
Radek: No, no, before that.
 
Frezak (GM): Gan, I went into the Taint Zone to roll that.
RADEK
Apheori (GM): I just read that in the voice of one of those tall but stupid aliens in Invader Zim.
No, no, before that.
Ganelon: Does that mean that Freya's heal checks are drawn from the Far Realm?
 
The Gravedigger: Oh, that.
THE GRAVEDIGGER
The Gravedigger shrugs.
Oh, that.
The Gravedigger: Well, I was wondering wether the Holes were a result of dissonance between planes, and were more like mass molecular gaps than actual holes.
(he shrugs)
I should drag that bard out.
Well, I was wondering whether the Holes were a result of dissonance between planes, and were more like mass molecular gaps than actual holes.
Before he's eaten by moose.
(he glances toward the door)
Frezak (GM): I'll plod out and go drag the Bard out of the grave.
I should drag that bard out. Before he's eaten by moose.
Ganelon: Let's see if I can roll an Arcana bad enough to be under that result.
 
Frezak (GM): I don't think you access to the Taint Zone, Gan.
Gravy plods out and drag the bard out of the grave. The bard thanks him by howling at him and then trying to hump his leg.
Apheori (GM): The bard howls at you and then tries to hump your leg.
 
Radek:
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): Let's see if I can roll an Arcana bad enough to be under that result.  
rolling 1d20+12
 
(
Radek has an epiphany ''(rolled 32 arcana)''. Something about the nature of holes. He stands up and ends up catching his beard on something.
20
 
)
'''''Frezak''' (Gravy): Leaving pieces of his POWER behind. As in beard.
+12
 
=
RADEK
32
That's- agh!
Ganelon: Damn.
(he gets his beard free)
You were saying?
THAT'S IT! Gravedigger, you're promoted!
Frezak (GM): Fuck you.
 
Fuck you and fuck your maker, Silicone Man.
Gravy had been completely wrong about the dissonance, of course, but it gave Radek an idea - the holes are gaps. And in gaps, there has to be something, even if it is nothing. And magic invariably interacts with these things.
Apheori (GM): Radek has an epiphany.
 
Something about the nature of holes, based on what Gravy was saying.
And ''that'' is what the problem with the magic was. It's not the doing spells badly that opens the holes. It's that there's something genuinely wrong with the magic itself here. Something eating at it. So far you only run into it when you bork a spell in a particular way, but it will only get worse in time. On a geological scale, that is. Perhaps astronomical. But eventually, all magic may do it. Any at all.
Radek stands up and ends up catching his beard on something.
Whatever that something is, you need to find it. And have Greibel smoke it?
Radek: That's- agh! THAT'S IT!
 
Frezak (GM): Leaving pieces of his POWER behind.
No, that last bit was ridiculous.
As in beard.
 
Radek: Gravedigger, you're promoted!
By now, Greibel has started smoking the weird stinky plant. The tavern is getting really stinky. People are making horrible faces and groaning in disgust.
Apheori (GM): He was completely wrong about the dissonance, of course, but the thing is, they are gaps. And in gaps, there has to be something, even if it is nothing.
 
And magic invariably interacts with these things.
Greibel continues puffing away, oblivious to the discomfort around him. He blows some smoke rings. Some people start to leave, coughing.
And THAT is what the problem with the magic was. It's not the doing spells badly that opens the holes. It's that there's something genuinely wrong with the magic itself here. Something eating at it. So far you only run into it when you bork a spell in a particular way, but it will only get worse in time. On a geological scale, that is. Perhaps astronomical. But eventually, all magic may do it. Any at all.
 
Whatever that something is, you need to find it.
The barkeep politely asks Greibel to leave. Greibel frowns slightly at this, but then walks out to smoke in the alley instead. This does nothing for the lingering smell, but nobody remaining seems to care much anymore.
And have Greibel smoke it.
 
Gaurav: 0.0
Outside, Greibel runs into some the people who already left. For some reason they all look like bubbles to him. Possibly upset bubbles.
Bear Soup Guy: Naturally
 
Ganelon: Is that /really/ the conclusion Radek reaches?
Most of them start to move away from him, some probably heading home. Greibel laughs for no apparent reason, which apparently sufficiently unnerves the others that they also leave him alone.
Just to be absolutely certain.
 
Bear Soup Guy: Greibel has started smoking the weird stinky plant, by the way
Meanwhile Radek deactivates his nose and makes Gravy a pair of awesome boots.
Apheori (GM): Well, the having Greibel smoke it bit pops into his mind, but he may immediately disregard it as nonsense.
 
They rest of it, though, yes.
'''''Frezak''' (Gravy): You have tailoring?
Ganelon: Shit, now I have to do something nice for the big guy.
 
Apheori (GM): The tavern is getting really stinky. People are making horrible faces and groaning in disgust.
'''''Ganelon''' (Radek): Hell no, he robs some drunk of his fucking boots and uses magic to reshape and resize them.
Greibel continues puffing away, oblivious to the discomfort around him
 
Greibel blows smoke rings
'''''Frezak''' (Gravy): Look, if you really needed boots I'm sure there's another way.
Apheori (GM): Some of them are leaving.
 
Gaurav: Make it taste like lollipops, get Amadi to eat it, then Greibel smokes Amadi. The circle of dope.
'''''Apheori (GM)''': Why, does anyone in the party actually have morals?
The smoke rings eat through the walls.
 
Apheori (GM): The innkeep politely asks Greibel to leave.
'''''Gaurav''' (Rhu): Rhu has morals! They're very annoying.
Ganelon: Quickly, Frezak!
 
Name a magic item!
'''''Frezak''' (Gravy): You're being digested by a cellar! Your morals don't count!
Frezak (GM): THE IMMOVABLE ROD
 
Ganelon: L5 or under, for both price and ritual restrictions.
The bard runs in and starts singing about what he sees, and, subsequently, smells, and a random patron helpfully gets up, clubs the bard over the head with his mug, and then goes back to whatever he was doing.
Frezak (GM): Oh.
 
Greibel frowns slightly
The Gravedigger sighs and drags the bard back out into the grave, then picks up Greibel, who fell asleep in an alley, and hauls him over to the guardhouse, which seems like as good of a place as any to squat for the night.
Greibel walks out to smoke in the alley
 
Ganelon: You could have a Floating Lantern.
Radek eventually relocates there as well, for whatever reason.
Apheori (GM): The inn still stinks after Greibel leaves.
 
Ganelon: That's pretty grave-diggy.
 
Apheori (GM): It appears everyone remaining has a crappy sense of smell or is too drunk to care, though.
INT. Horrible nightmare realm
Greibel: You run into the people who already left outside.
 
Radek deactivates his nose.
Rhu crawls through the tunnel full of strange whisperings and hairy darkness. It gets tighter as he goes.
Ganelon: Problem solved.
 
Frezak (GM): Wavestrider boots?
That goes on for awhile. Rhu loses whatever track of time he had to begin with.
Gaurav: Hee
 
Frezak (GM): Heee.
At some point he tires a bit and stops for awhile. Lies on the side of the tunnel. Listens to the voices. ''(rolled 28 perception on voices)''
Amulet of Seduction.
 
Heee.
The voices are whispering in his mind, and Rhu realises for the first time tha he's not actually hearing them with his ears.
Apheori (GM): Most of the people quickly move away and then meander home.
 
The others just sort of move away.
'''''Gaurav''' (Rhu): How do you tell that something is "in your mind"? What would that feel like? especially when Rhu has no other context on what is going on aurally around him.
They all look like bubbles.
 
Ganelon: Quite possibly my favourite low-level magic item is the Flagon of Ale Procurement.
'''''Apheori (GM)''': ...normal, except where it isn't.
Gaurav: ... bubbles?
 
Apheori (GM): Bubbles!
Rhu tries to voice his own thoughts in his head and see how it compares with the other voices. The thought-voice is similar, but a lot less distinct. Not that the others are individually distinct, but there are a lot of them. Or something.
Everyone looks like bubbles to Greibel.
 
Ganelon: "Property: You know the direction and distance to the nearest alcoholic beverage."
RHU
Apheori (GM): Useful.
Hmm. Strange.
Maybe.
 
Greibel laughs
Rhu takes a deep breath, and continues crawling. He doesn't try to stop for sleep. He doesn't like how tiny and suffocating the tunnel is, and would rather rest once he's sure that there's a way out.
Ganelon: If you want 'em.
 
...
And so Rhu crawls deeper into the nightmare...
If you want it.
 
Gaurav: Can you use that to figure out how drunk someone is?
</screenplay>
Ganelon: If their blood alcohol level is high enough? I don't see why not!
{{holes nav
You /may/ need to consider drinking their blood to benefit from that, though.
|previous=Holes/Session 32
Frezak (GM): I'll go with boots because then I will run across any liquid we ever find, for ever.
|next=Holes/Session 34
Ganelon: So be it!
}}
Frezak (GM): Sweet!
Apheori (GM): Mmm, blood.
Ganelon: Radek takes an hour off to make Gravy a pair of awesome boots.
Frezak (GM): Combat-wise, Pouncing Armour.
But, eh.
You have tailoring?
Ganelon: Hell no, he robs some drunk of his fucking boots and uses magic to reshape and resize them.
Frezak (GM): Acceptable!
Ganelon: The latter is specifically a thing that the Enchant ritual can do.
"There is no component cost for this use."
Apheori (GM): So THAT's why Radek has thievery skills...
Frezak (GM): No, he's got that for alchemy.
Ganelon: It's also the skill you use for manual dexterity, yeah.
Apheori (GM): But also for actually robbing people.
Ganelon: You need training in it to make bombs.
And yes, to rob people of their mundane clothing.
Frezak (GM): Look, if you really needed boots I'm sure there's another way.
Apheori (GM): Why, does anyone in the party actually have morals?
Ganelon: Not this late at night, my friend.
Frezak (GM): I'm saying rolling a different D20 to get 'em.
Ganelon: Oh.
Yeah, probably.
Mage Hand is probably great for bootnapping.
But I guess... what, would Nature be the skill to craft them?
...Nah, probably a Martial Practice.
Gaurav: Rhu has morals!
Frezak (GM): yeah, it's a martial practice.
You're being digested by a cellar!
Gaurav: They're very annoying.
Frezak (GM): Your morals don't count!
Ganelon: Would Rhu honestly object to Radek stealing a drunkard's boots?
Gaurav: He'd look the other way.
Frezak (GM): We could bribe you in smiles.
Gaurav: If forced to, he'd probably explain them as definitely part of some complicated scheme to save the world that Radek just hasn't gotten around to explaining to us yet.
Frezak (GM): Or whatever radek can make that's closest to a smile.
Ganelon: It's a good thing Radek keeps himself too busy for /petty/ revenge or I'd be really worried about such implicit trust of his goals.
Gaurav: Probably a bomb with a curve painted on it.
Ganelon: Anyway, given the time of day, he probably keeps the boots until the next morning.
Gaurav: So does everybody go to bed? Or are there more adventures to be had?
Ganelon: Everyone but Rhu.
Apheori (GM): What did Gravy actually do with the bard?
Frezak (GM): I just hauled him out.
Gaurav: BTW I have a meeting at 3pm, so I should leave by 2:30pm or so. Which gives me another 1.5 hours.
Apheori (GM): And then what?
Left him there and went back in?
Frezak (GM): Yep.
Apheori (GM): Gravy comes back into the stench, followed by a guy singing about what he sees, and, subsequently, smells.
Ganelon: Truly this is the worst bard.
Gaurav: ...
Apheori (GM): A random patron helpfully gets up, clubs the bard over the head with some sort of mallet, and then goes back to whatever he was doing.
Frezak (GM): I sigh.
And drag the bard back into the grave.
Ganelon: It was nice of you to have tried.
Shall we progress to the next day, or does Rhu have unresolved business in his little nightmare realm?
Gaurav: Does Rhu know that he can't/mustn't fall asleep?
Frezak (GM): Remember, Rave.
When the world gives you dark.
Apheori (GM): Gaurav: Nope.
Gaurav: I mean, he isn't sleepy yet (I assume it's around midnight) but he will be eventually.
Frezak (GM): Make Ice-cream.
Gaurav: And this furry tunnel is so warm and cold and inviting.
Apheori (GM): I had ice cream for lunch.
Ganelon: I wish we had ice cream right now.
Gaurav: This is terrible party for ice cream cravings.
Apheori (GM): Okay, y'all sleep or whatever you're doing.
Radek keeps puttering, Rhu keeps crawling, Gravy and Greibel might get a room.
Although I expect Greibel will actually just keep stoning out outside.
And we can totally call that rest.
Frezak (GM): I thought we were squatting in the barracks.
Bear Soup Guy: He'll probably fall asleep in the alley
Ganelon: Well, we're meeting that guy in the bar rather than the barracks.
Frezak (GM): I'd probably drag Greibel to somewhere inside, regardless of where we sleep.
Ganelon: I regrettably forgot his name. Started with an E, I think?
Frezak (GM): EVARD?
Gaurav: George
George = miniRadek
Ganelon: Ah. Thank you, Gaurav.
No, if it was Evard we'd be dealing with a different sort of hole.
Apheori (GM): So Gravy goes and crashes in the barracks?
Ganelon: Shadowholes.
Frezak (GM): yup
tentacleholes
Ganelon: HoS talks about one of that guy's ambitions being to harness Shadow as a raw power source - as in, without any sort of framework for it to attach to.
But he failed and had to resort to Arcane means to do anything with it.
Rhu eventually gets tired and considers taking a nap.
Apheori (GM): Rhu: Do you try to take a nap in the tunnel full of strange whisperings and hairy darkness?
Rhu: Is there any change in the tunnel as I go?
Gaurav: sorry ooc
Apheori (GM): It gets tighter.
Gaurav: Hmm okay
Then maybe not
He'll keep going and see if he can make it to the end
Apheori (GM): That goes on for awhile.
You lose track of time.
Gaurav: You're assuming Rhu had track of time to begin with, but yes.
Does it appear to slope in any direction?
Do the voices change?
Apheori (GM): It varies.
And they're no longer sounding upset.
Gaurav: Oh that's good.
I think Rhu keeps going until he gets tired.
Given that his base constitution is +1, that's probably not all night
Apheori (GM): He gets tired at some point.
Gaurav: But he'll get hungry before he gets tired
so he'll keep going
Apheori (GM): What does he do?
He's not hungry, oddly.
Gaurav: in the hope that food is -- oh
hmm
he'll stop for a while
lie on the side of the tunnel
listen to the voices
rolling d20+14 perception check on voices
(
14
)
+14
=
28
Apheori (GM): The voices whisper weird things in his mind.
And he actually realises he's not actually hearing them with his ears.
Gaurav: ...
he's hearing things with his feet again
It's all that earwax
Frezak (GM): Footwax.
Apheori (GM): Clearly.
Frezak (GM): At least it's not earcheese.
Apheori (GM): I need to go canooing.
Gaurav: Now?
Apheori (GM): Soon.
Gaurav: The article I just looked up has a photograph of a kayak on it.
It must be fate. Or feet. One or the other.
Ganelon: If you were in a position to Canoe right now, I'd be impressed.
Apheori (GM): They're very similar.
Gaurav: so where is Rhu hearing these weird voices?
Apheori (GM): In his mind.
Gaurav: Ah okay.
Apheori (GM): They've been in his mind all along.
Gaurav: The usual, then.
Apheori (GM): Like how the hairy sight has only been in his mind as well.
HAIRY.
Gaurav: How do you tell that something is "in your mind"?
Apheori (GM): By rolling good perception.
Or arcana.
Or putting other clues together.
Gaurav: yeah, but ... what would that feel like? especially when Rhu has no other context on what is going on aurally around him.
Apheori (GM): ...normal, except where it isn't.
Apheori (GM) has helpful explanations, really.
Rhu tries to voice his own thoughts in his head and see how it compares with the other voices.
Apheori (GM): The thought-voice is similar, but a lot less distinct.
Not that the others are individually distinct, but there are a lot of them.
Or something.
Rhu: Hmm. Strange.
Rhu takes a deep breath, and continues crawling.
Gaurav: I'm going to say that Rhu doesn't stop for sleep. He doesn't like how tiny and suffocating the tunnel is, and would rather rest once he's sure that there's a way out.
Apheori (GM): Okay.
Frezak (GM): If only... YOU COULD DIG
Ganelon: Impossible!
The art of digging has been lost to the ages.
Apheori (GM): So Rhu crawls. Gravy goes to the guardhouse. Radek tinkers in the tavern because nobody kicks him out. Greibel passes out in an alley. Amadi is missing.
Frezak (GM): Lost!
Gaurav: If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs
Apheori (GM): Way to not split the party.
I need to go find a canoe.
Next week?
Frezak (GM): No, I grabbed Greibel.
Put him wherever I was staying.
Ganelon: "NEXT TIME ON LOST"
Apheori (GM): Oh, okay.
Ganelon: This plot is about as convoluted as Lost's.
Frezak (GM): THere's a plot?
Gaurav: This is a safe, little town with howling moose, terrible bards, and a basement with a digestive tract. Oh, and all the guards have been killed by zombies. What could possibly go wrong?
Frezak (GM): All guards....
Apheori (GM): Lost has a plot?
Frezak (GM): Except ONE.
TO ARMS
SLAY THE GHOUL
Ganelon: We just need someone to grow a really nasty beard - Radek's disqualified for already having one - and scream about needing to "go back" to Sarathi.
Apheori (GM): I designate Rhu.
Frezak (GM): Gravy would steal the bits of beard that got stuck to the table.
Apheori (GM): After the digetive basement breaks him.
NEXT WEEK?
Ganelon: Next week.
Well, I'll be around. I am a constant.
Gaurav: Next weekend might be dodgy for me, but since I have a reputation for sleeping in anyway, I should be able to play in the morning at least.
And possibly as late as today.
Not Rhu.
Sadly.
He already had a chance to go home and opted not to take it.
He's not going to flip-flop on that.
Apheori (GM): He wasn't insane and bearded yet.
Gaurav: We could end up on a planet without hallucinogens and then Greibel could go nuts.
And violent.
Apheori (GM): After he's in the basement for a few years, he may change his mind.
Gaurav: ...
this is possible, yes.
Apheori (GM): Let me know if next sunday doesn't work for anyone. My schedule is like gan's.
Frezak (GM): As far as I know I'm not doing anything interesting.
Bear Soup Guy: I'm most likely free
Gaurav: Next week then!
Ganelon: I'll see you all there.
Bear Soup Guy: Adios!
Gaurav: Bye!

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Session 33 (raw log) (Overview)
INT. Horrible nightmare realm
Rhu is still in a horrible nightmare world. It's horrible. And nightmarish. He's facing an enormous red toad eye peering at him out of the wall. There are creepy voices emanating from nowhere in particular.
Rhu takes his mask off to check if he can still hear the creepy voices without it on - he can. Things feel relatively normal without it, too. The air, the smell - what is that smell? The walls feel like the inside of a cat. Not hairy, just smooth and moist.
Rhu puts the mask back on and uses his sleeve to try to wipe the eye gently. The eye doesn't feel hairy at all - it feels wet and smooth and the cloth sort of sticks to it.
Then the pupil contracts and the eye, despite being part of the entire way, tries to shrink away, rumbling the entire place, whatever the place is.
Rhu supports himself against the membranous hairy walls to avoid falling over.
RHU
Woah, hairy place ... woah ...
Something sticky and viscous drips on Rhu's head. Rhu ignores it for now and continues trying to steady himself as the rumbling dies down.
He looks around. (rolled 30 perception) Nothing really stands out, but the voices continue behind the rumbling, getting louder and frantic and saying uncertain things about other things. Lunch is missing.
Then the rumbling stops. The place is still. The walls ooze. More viscous stuff falls on Rhu's shoulder.
Rhu looks for an opening, glancing occasionally at the tunnel that he tried to climb through earlier to make sure it was still open. (rolled 31 perception)
Rhu gingerly pokes at the ooze. It's dark and sticky and looks like it's covered in hair.
RHU
Huh.
There seems to be a crack in the other wall. A whole lot of ooze came out of that. Rhu heads toward it.
Gaurav (Rhu): It was great playing with you guys, and I hope whatever character I role next is less liable to fall into the digestive systems of basements.
Ganelon (Radek): That is a rather naive hope.
Rhu tries to enlarge the crack with his hands and look through - it looks like a passage has opened, though it's uncertain where to. But it's big enough to fit a person.
Rhu steps through the crack. Everything is dark and sticky and furry. He has to crawl to make progress, and so he crawls.
This goes on for awhile.


INT. Dorgin town inn - night
The party has someone to meet tomorrow, but for now they're just... doing random stuff. Amadi and Greibel are dancing. Radek is having no part in it; he's sitting alone at a table just pondering and tinkering.
Townsfolk have been trickling in, amidst some chatter of the current weirdness and a fair number of rather bad jokes.
Ganelon (Radek): Radek spends an hour to make... HEDGE WIZARD'S GLOVES. (cost: 840 piles of dust)
Bear Soup Guy (Greibel): This is no time for gardening!
When he finishes, we find Amadi dressed up as Old Gregg and leering at Gravy. He ignores her. She produces Baileys and a glass of it appears in front of everyone.
Ganelon (Radek): The gloves allow their wearer to use two wizard cantrips - one makes hands that can carry small objects and manipulate things, the other is Prestidigitation and does 'everything'.
  • Change colours of, clean, soil, chill, warm, or flavour 1 ft cubed of matter...
  • Create a small image or item that vanishes a few seconds later
  • Make a small handheld item invisible for a likewise brief period.
  • Light or extinguish... light sources. Campfires are mentioned.
  • Create harmless sensory effects.
Gaurav (Rhu): "Flavour 1 ft cubed of matter" ... hmm.
Ganelon (Radek): Yep, I can make stone taste delicious to you.
Gaurav (Rhu): We could turn the Hole into a lollipop and get Amadi to eat it.
Ganelon (Radek): So once he's done making them, obviously he has to test them out.
Radek stares into the Baileys balefully. He doesn't drink. Literally.
Gravy starts to drink his, but Radek interrupts him.
RADEK
Hey, do you want that to taste like something else? Literally anything.
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Like?
(he pauses to think)
Hmm.
Lemonade. Chicken lemonade. Chickenade?
RADEK
The limit is... well, I suppose my imagination.
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Your imagination?
So... wires and chrome? That does not sound tasty.
Radek touches the glass with his gloves, and the Baileys takes on the flavour of his closest approximation to Chickenade. (rolled 23 ancient history to get the chickenade right)
RADEK
...Just try it.
Let me know if I remember the sensation of taste correctly.
Amadi sits on the bar and giggles.
The chickenade Baileys tastes a bit like cream of lemon chicken soup. It is rather chickeny, and a bit fried-like.
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Wow!
Radek sits content with the fact that that his memory of food is apparently still good enough, though he's rocking out in his head.
Meanwhile Greibel is trying to perform a magic trick for a disinterested but polite bar patron who seems to to be unhappy despite wearing a very funny hat.
Greibel makes several flourishing motions before removing the patron's hat, setting it on the table, hitting it with a hammer, picking it back up, reaching inside, and pulling out the destroyed remains of three eggs
The patron looks at Greibel disgruntledly, takes the hat back, shakes it out, then realises it's got egg stuck to the inside.
Greibel grins sheepishly. The patron sighs, wipes it on his trousers, and puts it back on.
Gravy heads out and wanders around the outskirts of town for zombies and herbs. The bard in the grave screeches at his as he passes. All in all, he finds some hallucinogenic plants, hears some random howling, determines that the howling was not probably not chickens (rolled 23 nature to see if the howling was chickens) and instead possibly a moose, and then heads back.


Ganelon (Radek): I think... yes, tonight, Radek is going to explore the possibility of making his bomb an un-bomb. Something that can close holes and mend craters rather than create them.
Apheori (GM): How would it work?
Ganelon (Radek): He wants to see if it can create stuff rather than simply energy. Whatever stuff the environment lacks.

Ganelon (Radek): Of course, a bomb that converts explosive energy into mass is fascinating enough on its own.

But in particular, we're talking about creating whatever is lacking that causes holes to appear. Stuff on the most fundamental level. Reality.
Gaurav (Rhu): Hmm, interesting. Somehow I imagined the holes more like ... necrosis. Like skin just tearing apart and then there's a gap. So I've been thinking about closing them in clotting/stitching metaphors
Ganelon (Radek): That could be accurate. Of course, we're debating the metaphysical properties of a fictional world that may have never made sense to begin with.
Apheori (GM): So energy-based matter synthesis according to what should be in a space but isn't?
Ganelon (Radek): The latter would most assuredly be reliant on magic. Energy to matter is theoretically possible to achieve through our understanding of modern science. "What used to be here"... is more complicated.
While Radek ponders, Amadi is sitting on the bar, dressed like Old Gregg, singing about pickles. Then she suddenly giggles and falls over backwards behind the bar.
The barkeep mutters something about how maybe they need a new bar.
Gravy comes back inside, wordlessly thrusts the plants he found at Greibel, and goes to bother Radek.
Ganelon (Radek): Not that you need one, but is there a purpose to this bebotheration?
Frezak (Gravy): Yes. Gravy is sure that Radek needs good old bothering to keep him grounded.
Greibel inspects the hallucinogenic (rolled 23 nature) and finds it not only to be a mild hallucinogen, but also likely to be very, very stinky if smoked.
Frezak (Gravy): Actually. I want to roll Arcana. To say soemthing smart. (rolled 21 arcana)
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Have you considered that you're overlookign the resonant disharmony between planar frequencies?
Oooh, look at the shine on that shovel.
Radek does a double-take.
RADEK
...What did you just say?
THE GRAVEDIGGER
It's this polish.
Got it before this thing started, made from authentic materials!
RADEK
No, no, before that.
THE GRAVEDIGGER
Oh, that.
(he shrugs)
Well, I was wondering whether the Holes were a result of dissonance between planes, and were more like mass molecular gaps than actual holes.
(he glances toward the door)
I should drag that bard out. Before he's eaten by moose.
Gravy plods out and drag the bard out of the grave. The bard thanks him by howling at him and then trying to hump his leg.
Ganelon (Radek): Let's see if I can roll an Arcana bad enough to be under that result.
Radek has an epiphany (rolled 32 arcana). Something about the nature of holes. He stands up and ends up catching his beard on something.
Frezak (Gravy): Leaving pieces of his POWER behind. As in beard.
RADEK
That's- agh!
(he gets his beard free)
THAT'S IT! Gravedigger, you're promoted!
Gravy had been completely wrong about the dissonance, of course, but it gave Radek an idea - the holes are gaps. And in gaps, there has to be something, even if it is nothing. And magic invariably interacts with these things.
And that is what the problem with the magic was. It's not the doing spells badly that opens the holes. It's that there's something genuinely wrong with the magic itself here. Something eating at it. So far you only run into it when you bork a spell in a particular way, but it will only get worse in time. On a geological scale, that is. Perhaps astronomical. But eventually, all magic may do it. Any at all. Whatever that something is, you need to find it. And have Greibel smoke it?
No, that last bit was ridiculous.
By now, Greibel has started smoking the weird stinky plant. The tavern is getting really stinky. People are making horrible faces and groaning in disgust.
Greibel continues puffing away, oblivious to the discomfort around him. He blows some smoke rings. Some people start to leave, coughing.
The barkeep politely asks Greibel to leave. Greibel frowns slightly at this, but then walks out to smoke in the alley instead. This does nothing for the lingering smell, but nobody remaining seems to care much anymore.
Outside, Greibel runs into some the people who already left. For some reason they all look like bubbles to him. Possibly upset bubbles.
Most of them start to move away from him, some probably heading home. Greibel laughs for no apparent reason, which apparently sufficiently unnerves the others that they also leave him alone.
Meanwhile Radek deactivates his nose and makes Gravy a pair of awesome boots.
Frezak (Gravy): You have tailoring?
Ganelon (Radek): Hell no, he robs some drunk of his fucking boots and uses magic to reshape and resize them.
Frezak (Gravy): Look, if you really needed boots I'm sure there's another way.
Apheori (GM): Why, does anyone in the party actually have morals?
Gaurav (Rhu): Rhu has morals! They're very annoying.
Frezak (Gravy): You're being digested by a cellar! Your morals don't count!
The bard runs in and starts singing about what he sees, and, subsequently, smells, and a random patron helpfully gets up, clubs the bard over the head with his mug, and then goes back to whatever he was doing.
The Gravedigger sighs and drags the bard back out into the grave, then picks up Greibel, who fell asleep in an alley, and hauls him over to the guardhouse, which seems like as good of a place as any to squat for the night.
Radek eventually relocates there as well, for whatever reason.


INT. Horrible nightmare realm
Rhu crawls through the tunnel full of strange whisperings and hairy darkness. It gets tighter as he goes.
That goes on for awhile. Rhu loses whatever track of time he had to begin with.
At some point he tires a bit and stops for awhile. Lies on the side of the tunnel. Listens to the voices. (rolled 28 perception on voices)
The voices are whispering in his mind, and Rhu realises for the first time tha he's not actually hearing them with his ears.
Gaurav (Rhu): How do you tell that something is "in your mind"? What would that feel like? especially when Rhu has no other context on what is going on aurally around him.
Apheori (GM): ...normal, except where it isn't.
Rhu tries to voice his own thoughts in his head and see how it compares with the other voices. The thought-voice is similar, but a lot less distinct. Not that the others are individually distinct, but there are a lot of them. Or something.
RHU
Hmm. Strange.
Rhu takes a deep breath, and continues crawling. He doesn't try to stop for sleep. He doesn't like how tiny and suffocating the tunnel is, and would rather rest once he's sure that there's a way out.
And so Rhu crawls deeper into the nightmare...
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To have some fun with it, I'd probably then get one of those inflatable costumes and wear that on top. Immature, sure. But there's no way a T-Rex at the dinner table can be considered immodest.