Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The Elven outpost

There’s no way they can go back to Seawell with Mendez in tow. Also, considering that he’s given the group the bag of gems and ‘magical ring’, there seems little incentive.
Keeping an eye open for the murderous Bailey, the adventurers make their way towards to Elven outpost.
It takes them a further two days, but thanks to the ‘found’ rations and the Boar meat, they don’t go hungry.
As they enter the Elves domain, the trees become denser. There is a chill in the air as the sunlight is filtered from above.
Suddenly two elves step out in front of you. They have their swords drawn but don’t look as if they’re about to attack. Telfis instinctively looks up. Sure enough he sees two more Elves with arrows pointing directly at them from platforms halfway up the trees.
“What do you want?”, the lead Elf barks.
Bodush steps forward and explains that they have come only to rest and mean no harm.
The Elves seem to accept this and escort the group to the Elven treetop outpost. It’s simple by elven standards, built more for it’s serviceability than beauty and yet it retains the graceful proportions only Elves ever seem to manage.
Only Eolar and Durin seem uncomfortable here, but they soon realise that they are both welcome.
You rest here for over a week. You’re given private rooms, good food to eat and warm, dry clothes. Your recoveries are swift.

4 comments:

robogeek said...

Nice. All's well that ends well!

Mendez said...

It's interesting, we're playing an additional game here...
We're setting the scenes for each others stories/adventures.
My adventure had to start in Seawell, yours has to start in the Elven outpost.
This not just sets the scene but affects the thrust of the story too.
It effectively means that we can't plan our adventures until the previous one has finished.
It makes us DM on our feet....
I wonder how difficult we can make it for each other?
Also, if anyone else fancies a go at DMing; feel free!

robogeek said...

Its like that game where you have to make up a story in a group one sentence at a time.
... And then the plumber walked in wearing a skirt ...

Actually, not a bad place to start: the Elven Outpost with the mountains nearby. Plus there was hint of a Goblin-Elven war. Plenty to go on.

Mendez said...

I'd wondered if you'd picked up on the Goblin/Elf thing.