CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

Damned fool has better than what Normin could possibly think of to offer in exchange for some sensibility.

Plan B.

Just before the man reaches the stairs, in a last ditch effort Normin will cast Grease under his feet in hopes that he'll fall over and drop the beverages down the stairs.

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Arcadia did her best to listen to the crowd but was almost immediately distracted. The person who was standing in one of the windows suddenly went up in flames, causing the crowd to panic a little. Turning back towards the crowd, arms in front of her and fingers splayed, Arcadia spoke as loudly as she could muster.

"Ok, I'm going to need everyone to step back! Let the Fire Brigade do their job."

When she looked back at the building, she couldn't see anyone inside save for the now burning figure in the window. From how still they were standing, Arcadia presumed it wasn't a person at all. She now spoke to the building, screaming "Is everyone ok in there?" Before turning back to the crowd and asking if anyone needed healing.

Kailyn continues to stand still, doing his darnedest to keep still. Who knows? The extra splash of color might make for an interesting addition to the portrait.

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Being from the third world, I reserve the right to speak in the third person.

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Caldon

Caldon moves cautiously and quickly down the west hallway on the fourth floor, and quickly learns that this is not an easy thing to do!



A floorboard breaks in two with a loud splintering snap underneath his foot, but because he was being cautious, Caldon does not fall, and manages to keep moving.

Caldon makes it almost to the corner (a sharp turn to the right). He can still hear the cough, although now it sounds like it is being suppressed with great effort

Sharn



Sharn hears footsteps approaching, and a loud crack of wood splintering.

The voice whispers "*cough* Hells! someone is up here! *cough*" and goes silent.

Sharn can still hear small painful wheezing noises from the hallway. It sounds like the voice is trying hard not to cough. There is also a soft slow scraping noise.

Petrol & Ebald

Both of you are at the "DANGEROUS" sign blocking the stair to the fourth floor. You saw Caldon go over it, and you could hear the floorboard crack as it broke under his foot.

Some plaster and wood splinters fall down into the west hallway on the third floor.

You can hear Cece's voice when she shouts "Aieeek! 'ow could you?!" down the west hallway on the third floor.

Cece

The old goblin woman freezes when Cece shouts at her.

Cece's shove successfully sends the mannequin toppling stiffly out the window.

The goblin woman's eyes grow wide. "Outside!?" she grins evilly. "Yes, Fire Mistress!"

She shifts the entire bundle of torches to her left hand, and begins grabbing random burning objects and throwing them out the window. When she runs out of already-lit objects, she lights more, and keeps a steady stream of burning junk flying out the window.

The puppet on the left side of her hat is now blazing merrily

Normin



A translucent splatter of grease fills the hall, its surface glistening with a rainbow sheen, and the man's one good leg flies out from under him. For just a passing instant he is balanced on his peg leg, its rough point keeping traction against a seam in the floor through the grease, and the it slips silently sideways, and he topples, spinning, onto the floor. One of the casks shatters underneath him, splashing all over him, and all over the walls. Two of the casks fall down the stairwell and Normin can hear them bounce down the stairs.

The final cask hits the ground hard near the prone man's head with a little bounce.

"Oh, no no no!" he cries, as the overwhelming scent of Sloe Berry liqueur fulls the hallway.

The two casks that rolled down the stairs can be heard coming to rest on the landing below.

He scrambles into a half-sitting position, surveying the damage to the shattered barrel with tears pouring out his eyes.

"No! No! No!" and then a fierce glint of cold determination fills his face. "Your sacrifice will not be in vain!" he says to the shards of the broken cask. "Your sisters will live on!"

He picks up the intact casks near him, and rolls it gently through the door towards the stairs, and then begins to crawl resolutely back towards the apartment.

He doesn't even seem to notice the grease, or to be aware that Normin cast a spell.

Arcadia & Evangeline

As Arcadia shouts "Is everyone ok in there?" the burning person in the window shifts and falls out the window, clattering and bouncing in a cloud of sparks. The stiffness with which it fell makes it clear to the watchers that it is a mannequin, and not a real person... Or does it? What else could cause a person to fall so stiff and still?

The Executioner is now close enough that Arcadia and Evangeline can hear him exclaim; "Someone inside is casting Hold Person on the victims! Send additional back-up!" he is talking into his hand. "I'm going in! Officer Gropius out!"

The Executioner throws a small object carelessly to the ground, and sprints towards the front door.

At that same moment, the red-bearded Dwelf that Caldon, Ebald and Petrol passed in the stairwell bursts out the front door shouting angrily "He's getting away! he's getting away!"

Kailyn

The butterfly wings whisper wordlessly. Kailyn is an island of serenity. If they couldn't tickle him already, they aren't going to do it now.

He can hear Piter coming back through the door. "You didn't move, did you?" the young artists calls, breathlessly from across the apartment before he can even see Kailyn.

"Better!" Cece says, before trying to prestidigitate the fire off of the crazy old woman. "Can't go burneeng before eet's done, 'eh?" she says, feigning the greatest respect for this volunteer in Fire's Army. "I 'ave to eenspect the others.. eet does no come natural to them, like eet does weeth you. Eef I don't geet back before you geet done, go outside and wait for further eenstructions."

Sharn pauses for a moment. She had planned to rush straight towards the fire and begin putting it out. Someone was over there, someone needed her help. "And it might be those two sisters from before," she said to herself. She knew she had the best chance of putting out the fire though. She needed to do both.
Thankfully, she had someone with her hat could help. "Alright you fiendish jerk, take this bucket and go start putting out the fire." Sharn called upon her UNSEEN SERVANT, handed it the bucket and rushed to the aid of the cries for help.

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Bonus context:

Noticing a window, Normin gets an idea. He approaches the drunkard orc and announces a proposition, "Why not cease this poor plan of thought and work together, hm? You go down outside, and you catch the kegs I throw down. How does that sound?"

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Ebald hears the familiar voice of his fellow firefighter on the third floor and decides to make sure she is ok before heading to the fourth floor. He gives Petrol a serious look and nods "I'm going to go check on Cece before we tackle this." before walking towards the voice on the third floor.

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Petrol gives a nod and follows after Ebald, "Alright, I'll come with you. No telling what we'll find, and strength in numbers, yeah?"

Cece

"You can count on me!" says the old goblin woman, snapping off a smart salute that nearly re-ignites her smoldering head-dress.

She then continues efficiently lighting objects on fire and then chucking them out her window.

Out in the hallway, Cece can see Ebald and Petrol approaching from the direction of the main stairs. They both have buckets.

Petrol & Ebald

Both Petrol and Ebald curry down the west hallway, when they see Cece emerge suddenly from one of the doors. A tiny wisp of smoke trails after her.

Arcadia & Evangeline

More burning objects begin to cascade out of the same window that the mannequin "jumped" from. A few of the bystanders drag the grandmother on her couch the rest of the way across the street so she will not be hit.

Executioner Gropius stops short in from of the Red Bearded Dwelf. "Who!? Who is getting away!" shouts the executioner.

"That plane-damned squatter who started the fire!" shouts the Dwelf as he sprints around the building.

The Executioner seems torn as to whether she should assist in the pursuit, or head upstairs to investigate the miscreant who is paralyzing burning people and pushing them out windows. He hesitates for a moment.

Normin

The crying peg-legged man listens to Normin's reasonable suggestion



For just a second the man is silent, as if considering the idea, and then as the true horror of the suggestion hits him, he beings wailing again "No! No! Don't throw my babies out the window! Go away you monster!"

He continues crawling on hands and knees towards his apartment, mewling "I'll save you! I'll save you all!"

Sharn

"Yeeessss, Sharn" whispers the voice. "I am the only one who will help you! I am your only friend! I love you, and you love me! Never forget that Sharn!" the whisper turns into a brittle snarl as it spits out those last words. The unseen servant takes the bucket out of Sharn's Mage Hand, and begins hauling it slowly up the smoke-choked stairs to the top floor.

Sharn goes out the door into the fourth floor hallway. Visibility is bad here, but the people are so close, just a few feet away down the hallway, that she can see them clearly.

Although she has only seen them face-to-face once before, Sharn immediately recognizes them.

The hefty pale-skinned teifling woman is the older sister, Elsinore Rottenmead. She is unconscious, and both her hair and clothing seems partially burned.

The wiry, bony, aasimar woman is the younger sister, Silva Rottenmead. She seems to have stopped to take a rest from dragging her heavier sister down the hall. Her clothing and vestigial wings are slightly singed, but she is clearly not as badly hurt as Elsinore is.

When she sees Sharn, she gives a gasp, which quickly turns into a series of coughs.

"Please help! I can't lift her!" wheezes Silva through the coughs.

Caldon

Caldon rounds the corner, and ahead he can see three people near an open door. One standing, one crouching, and one prone on the floor.

The hall is hazy with smoke, but the standing one looks like it might be Sharn.

He can hear "Please help! I can't lift her!"

Kailyn

Piter appears at the balcony door, clutching two small pots of paint.

He looks at Kailyn, and his face falls immediately.

"Oh hells, it was sublime before, but now it is just garish." He sighs and looks back and forth between Kailyn and the canvas. "Maybe it isn't ruined... I might be able to finish it from memory."

He picks up his brush and starts in again, clearly looking a little sad and disappointed.

"The butterflies are a nice touch. I'll add them in. How did you make them do that?" he asks.

Caldon rushes in to examine the body. If it doesn't appear to have injuries that would be aggravated by rough handling, he'll toss her over his shoulder before heading down the other end of the floor; otherwise, he'll enlist might-be-Sharn to perform a two-man carry.

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Ahh, mondieu... they'd have to show up now! Cece leans against the wall and looks casually through the smoke and commotion to her new friends, but not before shooting one last wild-eyed look at the door she came from.

"'ey! 'ow's eet goeeng? The fire.. ees she spreadeeng?"

Sharn stares blankly for a moment, thinking of the fiend's words. Sharn didn't love that thing, but it was true that she felt more connected to it then anything else. There were also those nights of passion with the fiend to consider. She shook the stray thoughts out of her head and moved to assists in helping the two out of the building.