Dungeons & Dragon's Role Play

Nidal dodged his attacks and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. She pressed the circle on the paper to her gauntlet, activating the circle, vaporizing the paper, and enchanting her gauntlet with reflection. She punched his next attack, releasing the reflect enchant when they hit.

The Old Man's glowing tattoo suddenly intensified to a level clearly visible by everyone. The same dark red light suddenly engulfed The Warden as Nidal's bone shattering punch made contact with The Warden's own. Suddenly the warden hit the floor and started shrieking in pain, and not more than a few seconds later, he imploded, leaving a bloody mess on the floor of his office.

Nidal looked at the corpse and then the stranger.
"What happened?"

"I got bored", the old man said simply, "And I believe it may be best if we get moving before the guards bust down that door."
He quickly covered the tattoo before it could be more closely observed.

"That was not an ordinary spell Old Man. What was it? I havn't observed any power like that in my years in the college."

"Clearly the college's curriculum has degraded over the years. Regardless. This isn't a magic for someone like you to be meddling with. I believe that all the items confiscated from you currently reside in the chests in the late Warden's office. Get them and lets be off. I don't wish to stay here any longer."
The Old man said this in a threatening tone, clearly indicating that the matter should not be discussed.

Arvena dropped the matter and started to look at the chests.
"The damn things are locked. Could someone please break the locks off?"

Nidal walked up to the chest and took out a small dirk. She carved a small alchemic circle into the wood and put her hand on it. The wood distorted and expanded outwards, opening up the top of the chest.
"Too risky to break a chest, could break something inside."

(Now everyone gets whatever they had on them before being jailed. This is the beginning of the RP though, So try not to have items that make you OP.)

Arvena started sorting through the collection of items. She grabbed and pulled on a collection of various satchels and bags then covered it all with a heavy traveling cloak. She searched around for a few moments frantically and then found her amulet and spell book.
"Thank the gods. I was worried they may have burned it. If they had, I would have needed another two weeks to redraw all that I would have lost!"
She strapped the book up and slung it over her shoulder, then put on the amulet and seemed to slip away for a moment. She then picked up and strapped on a steel short sword to finish off the set.

Theradus looked through the chest and found his hand carved war bow and steel arrow.

"Look at this, the bloody piker went and scratched it. No respect for property anymore."

After digging around some more, he found his embroidered leather tunic, with the crest of a Silver Wolf on the chest. He also grabbed some gold he had on him before capture, and some leftover arrows in the chest. He then looked around the room, noticing someone missing

"Funny, did any of you see where that Arngeirr guy went off to?"

<I>Hmm... Fighting seems to have stopped...</I> Righel thought. He saw movement near a door. He tensed and grasped the handle of a long knife in a scabbard on his belt. He slowly pulled his hood over his head so that if he was seen, he couldn't be recognized.

(Meanwhile in the lair of evil lol jk guys, srry about the wait... Food and skyrim)

Angeirr had sneaked by everyone while they where distracted by the scattered remains of the warden, he quickly grabed his black leather armor and cowl, plus his dagger and a short sword.
*Time to get out of here before more guards come.*
he used his doppleganger powers to transform into the image of the dead guard, just in case he runs into any guards. He began searching for an exit.

Rolling for perception: Noticing Angeirr take the gear.
Rolling for perception: Noticing Angeirr when he turned into a guard.

The member 'Linguz' has done the following action : Dices roll

#1 '6-Sided-Dice' :

#1 Result :


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#2 '6-Sided-Dice' :

#2 Result :


Nidal noticed some gear disappear from the chest and then a guard appear out of nothing. She dashed up to the guard (this is Angeirr) and punched him, sending him flying through the room.

"Ah! stop you crazy Mage! It's me!"
He pulls out his short sword in case of a fight.

Nidal charged him again, tapping the circle on her gauntlet. She punched his sword.

Roll for disintegrating sword. 1-4 work, 5-6 fail.

The member 'Linguz' has done the following action : Dices roll

'6-Sided-Dice' :

Result :


Nidal hit his sword, knocking it out of his hands yet still perfectly intact. She punched his chest.
"I don't know any guards!"

Arngeirr changes back to his real form (the way he looked before) to prevent any more fighting between the two allies.
"I'm not a guard, I'm one of the prisoners."
(did I ever introduce my character?)

"Fine, Perhaps we'll dump you off at Rigathal."
Arvena's amulet glowed a soft emerald color that faded shortly. She frowned and started to whisper, as if talking to the amulet.

A loud thump at the door to the barracks stopped her whispering.
"We should get moving, they may break that door down soon."
She turned to Nidal.
"I believe you said something about a way out through the Warden's office?"

(OK. Rigathal is a city to the east, and all you need to know is that its a town plagued by petty crimes and is used as the trading hub of three prosperous cities. I will produce a map and more info at a later date. For now, I'm off to bed. I'll be on most of tommorow).

Nidal nodded and tapped both alchemic circles. She hit the ground in front of where the Warden's desk used to be and the ground in front of her fell away, creating stairs to a small room directly below her with a large oak double door with the Jarl's insignia painted on it twice, one time on each of the two doors.
"Everyone go down. I'll raise the stairs before we leave. All I know is that the door will take us to a cave after several minutes of walking.

"I bet whoever wants the old man out has more than enough resources to get the plans of the place. Not everyone can afford a strong alchemist such as this one."
Arvena started to walk down the stairs.
"It's a bit cold down there and darker than I'd like to travel in. I got just the thing."
Arvena opened her tome of circles and quickly flipped to the back. She placed a hand on her amulet.
"Denkar, if you would please... Thank you."
The amulet glowed faintly for a moment, and Arvena moved her hand back to the circle, which glowed brightly for a moment. The page dissolved as a sphere radiating light and heat burned into existence and floated at shoulder height.

"Show off."
Arngeirr followed arvena down the steps and Into the small room with the big oak doors.

(Unfortunately, I think we're going to have to wait a bit to continue. Tempest is still asleep, Roshougon is MIA, and linguz is taking a test. Hopefully we can continue this before I have to go cut down a Christmas tree. shouldn't take long for me though, maybe an hour to find it and cut it down and another half hour to get it back home. Meanwhile I'll work on this dice function stats and the map.)

Nidal dropped into the room and looked at Arvena.
"That's right. You don't have night vision like khajiits."
She stood on the stairs and took some chalk out of her pouch. (Forget the dirk from earlier. She used chalk there too.)
She drew a complex series of circles on the stairs at different locations and one more at the center of the room. All of the circles were connected by a complex wavey line pattern.
"When I rise the stairs, they'll be sealed shut for good, making the guards unable to chase even if they find the switch. This'll take a lot out of me so if we encounter a hostile, don't rely on me to be able to fight.

"hopefully we won't encounter anyone, and by the way who's the old dude and why is is so important? Someone payed you to bust him out right?"

"Somehow I doubt anything will be living in this hidden route. But I guess it's better to be safe than sorry. I don't know how much energy is stored in my Shield Guardian, but the distance that between us is going to limit me to only a few basic spells until the Mage's Bane wears off."

The Old Man looked up with a curious expression.
"How does one as lowly as yourself own and control a shield guardian? And how would you end up in jail with such a powerful guardian?"

"I don't own him. He's got a free will."

The Old Man was suddenly all the more interested.
"How did you successfully bind a soul to a construct? Not even the most powerful mages in the world have managed such a feat."

"A combination of luck and skill. Now keep your nose out of other's business. I'm the one who should be asking you what kind of magic it was you used on the Warden and how you broke out of the Mage's Bane's effects so quickly,"
she shot back.

"Fair enough."
He turned to Arngeirr.
"As for my Identity, I doubt our savior here truly knows himself. I am of little concern to you people at the moment and it may be best that we part ways as soon as possible."

(At this point everyone is in the tunnel, even those offline, except Evilshy of course. When Roshougon gets back on, just state what your pre-jail loot was. I'm off to cut down a Christmas tree, be back in a while).