BearKnight's Deeper & Darker RPG

[DeepCandle Games]

The others follow him for it is dangerous to be alone in such perilous times and good folk are sparcely found.

Beneath the trees is a whole new world of darkly wooded trees, deep greens and a barely noticable path. The ground is sticky with mud and other repulsive substances, the canopy and undergrowth alive with colourful prey, ravenous predators and hissing reptiles.

Most of these wouldn't be able to harm you but one can never be sure. After a short while you come across a tree with some kind of glyphic language inscribed into it in an unfamiliar tongue. However it is certain that it is ancient and it thrums with ancient energies. surrounding the tree is a small pond of water. You also notice the edges are reinforced with stones, each one inscribed with its own unique glyph. The water is only deep enough to lap at the sides of your boots, however you sense that this place holds a lot more than it reveals.

You can always continue on your path but who knows what mysteries you may unravel here?


I am implementing the ability to split into separate parties, however it has to be a party of atleast two characters, and it needs to be agreed upon by everyone present. Each party will be given their own inventory as a regular party, however they will decide between them who gets to hold which items.
Choose wisely.

[Jubal]

As this is literally my specialism, can I attempt to discern the rough magical effects of the glyphs, even if I can't precisely read them?

[Othko97]

Borgon wakes up with a start, realising he's slept in for far too long. He heads into the forest after a hasty breakfast with the intent of bagging some game (always up for a challenge hunting in a dark forest), but instead stumbles upon the party. He says words roughly to the effect of "What is this merry troupe doing wandering through this dimly lit woodland?" while also reasonably eloquently mentioning he recognises them from the tavern

[DeepCandle Games]

You may attempt to translate the glyphs but you can always misinterpret things.



Moglav waves to Borgon and introduces himself merrily.

[Jubal]

Well, I'll give it a shot.

Andvari peers carefully at the unfamiliar symbols, looking at the precise craftwork and then, closing his eyes, attempting to visualise them and sense the magical energies they contain. It is certainly not dwarf-craft, feeling both strange and yet somehow familiar as all magical runes are to those who work with them.

[DeepCandle Games]

You successfully decypher half of the message, recognising a few things, the remainder of it staying a mystery.

The magic describes an important event relating to the death of a royal family, however many of the glyphs and other components are a long lost language that has merged with the Dwarven inscription to create a strange language of its own, almost alien to you.

[Jubal]

OK, I scribble down a copy of the runes for further consultation later or in case I find anyone with better ability at this than myself who I can ask.

[DeepCandle Games]

The surroundings thrum softly still, as if part of nature yet still seperate from it. the path stretches before you and behind you, ready to feel the crunchy steps of your boots.

What will you do now?

Item added to Andvari's personal inventory:
Mysterious Translation

[Jubal]

Head on down the path I guess!

[Son of the King]

I follow along too.

[DeepCandle Games]

The path you take into the forest is barely visible, covered in thick vegetation which grows up from the clumpy damp soil beneath it. Roots, bushes and other obstacles make walking it more draining. You walk for hours without seeing so much as a change in wildlife.
The sun is starting to sink behind the horizon. It is not wise to camp here but continuing may get you lost.

[Jubal]

"I have my light-stone which provides a good amount of brightness; I say we continue."

[DeepCandle Games]

You stumble upon a large stone next to the path. Upon closer examination you realize it is a sleeping spider, the rear of which is half as large as Moglav, and fangs as long and sharp as daggers with a pungent ooze dripping from their hairy tips. Naturally you attempt to pass the arachnid without waking it but as soon as you lay your next step upon the ground its eight eyes blink open at you, surprised and passive at first but they shortly fill with alarm.

The spider stands itself upright and hisses at the group warily, eyeing down each one and taking a step back. You could attempt to avoid combat with the fiend, although the chances of such madness succeeding is often only heard of in dreams. Alternatively you can attempt to defeat the innocent creature and crush it beneath your boots, however this is indeed far less safe.

Forest Spider (known to the locals as "Bark Huggers")
Name: None.
Strength: 2
Constitution: 2
Intelligence: 1
Cunning: 3
Reflexes: 4
Awareness: 3
Species: Arachnid

[Jubal]

Wanting to avoid a fight, I begin to take backward steps away from the creature slowly and carefully, keeping my eyes on the spider, staff gripped in my right hand and light-stone raised in my left.

[DeepCandle Games]

It chitters and steps forward, this time curious. Moglav throws a dead rodent to the creature and backs away swiftly with Andvari and the rest the group.

"Maybe we should pitch a camp?" he grumbled quietly.