CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

"Oi, that's dangerous!" Petrol gives Cece a sort of What the heck just happened? look before following a safe distance after the goblin woman and putting out any fires she might start inside the building.

Cece, Ebald, Petrol

The old goblin woman also hesitates at the stairs. She looks out the inner window to the central courtyard, and stares up with rapture at the flames that are engulfing the 5th floor and threatening the fourth floor.

"Sooo beautiful!" she croaks. And then with a toss of her head she adds; "Bloody damn shame nobody lives up there."

Then she skips down the stairs.

Cece, Ebald and Petrol go down, and meet up with Evangeline and Caldon on the second floor.

Evangeline and Caldon

"I'm watching you, peeper!" says the old woman, as she and the old man scuttle past Evangeline, and continue down the next flight of stairs. "I'm watching you watching me!"

Caldon hurries up the stairs after Evangeline. Halfway he passes the pair of barely bathrobed nudists. "I'm watching you watching me watching you watching me!" shrills the old woman over her shoulder. "We have a right to be naked all the time and not be stared at by the likes of you!" says the old man, giving Caldon an aggrieved glare.

Caldon, Evangeline, Cece, Ebald, and Petrol

The five firefighters all meet on the second floor landing.

The goblin woman starts down the stairs, but hesitates, apparently waiting for Cece. A thin column of smoke rises cheerfully from her backpack.

"Hey there! Firefighters!" calls a cheerful voice from the east hallway.

A teenager runs towards them. He is carrying a fat round dog in both his arms.

"All clear on this floor!" He snaps off a military salute, almost dropping the dog in the process. "I checked every door."

Sharn

Four of the kerosene bottles is the most that Sharn can cram into her pack. There is still room in-between them where she could drop smaller bottles, but nothing else large will possibly fit.

At least 6 more kerosene bottles are still inside the cupboards.

A single Eldritch Blast is enough to tear apart the shelves blocking the window. Most of it flies out the window, but a few chunks knock other bottles off the walls, breaking them.

One patch of shelving turns grey and droops as if melting. More bottles fall, and add to the cacaphony of scents, acrid, acitic, floral, mellow.

Sharn now has a clear view of the next building over. It isn't far away, and there is another window directly opposite of this window, perhaps 10 feet away. It has white curtains, which are billowing gently in the updraft created by the fire above.

Normin

Departing the back alley without being noticed, Normin returns to the side of the building.

There is no sign of Silva.

There is suddenly a small smashing noise from above, barely audible amongst the sound of the fire.

Some shards of glass and bits of wood and liquids rain down from above.



The particles of wood and glass bounce off Normin's hat harmlessly, but a small amount of green liquid splashes onto his skin. It does not sting or smoke or do anything really. It feels a bit cool, and smells strongly of mint and something else unidentifiable.

Kailyn

"I'll ask her..." Piter says, sounding as if he feels dubious about this non-art-related errand. "I'll see my friend this evening at lecture... speaking of which...." Piter makes apologetic gestures and begins cleaning his brush. "I probably should attend at least ONE class today."

"You'll never make it," Sharn says to herself despite setting about to jump to the other window. She eldritch blasts the other window hopign to open it, then she begins mage handing things over, such as her satchel, the magic bucket, and maybe a few more bottles.
Why not just fall?
Sharn shook the fiend's thoughts from her head. She could grab the curtains if she didn't make it all the way over, she could cling to one of the other windows below, she could even survive this fall.
You're going to die, just accept it.
Sharn stopped for a moment. If she began yelling for help right now, someone would likely hear here. They could come and help her down the stairs. The risk would be pretty low. At the very least, the room wasn't on fire yet. She had plenty of time before she would need to make such a risky move.
"You can't scare me!" Sharn yelled at the fiend inside her.
Sharn cleared a path to jump to the window in the adjacent building. She focused on her breathing. She was careful with her footing. Sharn readied herself to jump.

"Ah, of course, no worries. If you're heading out now, I'll head out as well. I do fancy a walk through the city."

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

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Caldon finds the time to feel annoyed at this kid and his dog. "You need to get out of here. Now!"

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Wizard Blocks

What odd luck, Normin had accidentally used his hat to avoid peril. Considering the convenient hat monument and what had happened just now, it seems his own caution strives for irrelevancy.

He quickly wipes the offending substance to avoid lasting damage to his skin, or worse, then takes a glance, assuming it is a magical component while fleeing to a more safe proximity from the building.

Arcana: 1D20+5 => (16 + 5) = 21

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

Cece is speechless at how well things are going and continues to quietly go along with the plan.

Sharn



Sharn launches herself out the window, across the chasm of the gap between buildings, and slams hard into the sill of the window in the other building with her stomach. Her wind is knocked out, and for a moment she hangs there breathless, arms inside, legs outside, head lost in the curtains, fiend whispering death in her ear.

But she manages to hang on and pull herself in.

The room is a bedroom. There are no other people here. The bed has a frilly bedspread on it. There is a desk with a mirror on one wall.

On the floor is the heap of stuff that Sharn mage handed over. Her bulging pack, the bucket, a small heap (8) of the small unidentified bottles.

Normin

Normin hurries between the buildings and out to the street.

He examines the green liquid



You can't tell what the alchemical components do without an Identity spell, but there is an arcane component. It is a potion. Probably meant to be ingested... Or rubbed on a blade.



Normin sees the crowd, and notes that Arcadia is the only Firefighter still out here. Silva is hunched over Elsinore, and is pouring a tiny bottle into her mouth.

You hear the "thump" of Sharn hitting the opposing windowsill above and behind you, but it is up to you whether you turn around and look up to witness her pull herself inside.

Caldon, Cece, Evangeline, Petrol, Ebald

The young man with the dog seems unoffended by Caldon's tone. "Sure, boss!" he says cheerfully, and heads for the stairs.

"Hi, Ms Zargorina!" He chirps as he passes the goblin woman.

"Get bent, Brian!" She chirps back with equal cheer

The Firefighters linger on the landing for a moment longer. The fire rages above on the 5th floor, but the rest of the building seems silent. Nothing is crashing down just yet.

Kailyn

Piter packs up his paints and brushes, and covers the semi-finished canvas with a cloth and stows it in a corner.

After going downstairs, Piter says goodbye, promising to check back in the morning.

Kailyn can see that the cloud of smoke is making a small stir amongst the people on the street. Some glance up as they go about their business. Some mutter speculations as they walk with friends. A noble sitting at a sidewalk cafe says "A tragedy! Another damn tragedy!" While a tear rolls down his cheek into his rum and coffee.

Speculation races through the Wizard's mind as he inquires himself about the nature of the liquid. It doesn't fit his theory that spell components may have mixed haphazardly, as spell components are found here and theres like the odd minerals and animal clippings- this is a premixed substance.. yes, yes, that could be it. This appears to be an alchemical extract, perhaps some fool saw fit to mix potions like a failed species and start all of this. It would certainly go along with blame being thrown and dropped like a playing pouch.

The actual effect of the potion is irrelevant to him at this point, as there is no reason to ingest the liquid at this time or in the future- potion safety had been violated and that is the greater meaning.

Upon seeing Silva, the sound prompts him to turn around to notice Sharn in view for just a moment. He yells, "You should get out of there for Silva's sake!"

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

Kailyn walks up to the crying noble and bows, "Grettings, milord, allow me to introduce myself. I am Count Kailyn Kandel, and I too share your grief at this horrible tragedy. I saddens my heart, and all I wish is that there is more that could be done. Perhaps I could join you for a drink? The next round is on me, of course."

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Cece fidgets as she watches. "Ees there anytheeng more we can do?" She's tempted to hit the pyromaniac lady with a sleep spell, but so far she seems to be behaving...

"I've got a bucket of water, but I doubt that'll do much for the inferno..." Evangeline says. "This blasted water god curse gives me conniptions..."

"Who 'as the real bucket?" Cece asks, looking around and suddenly curious. "Eet should 'ave been the first theeng 'ere!"

Sharn collects her things. Then she searches the room for anything worth taking. After that she looks out the window at the burning building, to see what she can see.

"If I recall correctly...didn't the young orcish woman last have it?"

"...Where is she now?"