Although still unbowed from the dual threats from the North and West, The St Cuthbertian rulers of Febril do nothing.
Despite calls to action from the Paladin quarter, the leadership is tied up in a deadlock. Internal debates prevent any true progress and now, thanks to the recent reorganisation of the command structure, no one individual or group has the authority to do anything independently.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
SeaHell
After Thereanthor’s control of Gom Dalat was complete, Zatark unfurled his mighty wings and flew slowly over to Seawell.
He’d been preparing the city for years and had most of the important members of its society under his thrall.
Mayor Boscorm had eliminated anyone who might have suspected or stood in his way over the last year. Some politically, some more traditionally.
Arriving in darkness, Zatark enters the city keep. Like most things in this city, everything is prepared. It’s previous occupant being unfortunately driven out by those idiotic adventurers.
Settling into an enormous throne and surrounded by his minions, the mighty Devil laughs long into the night.
He’d been preparing the city for years and had most of the important members of its society under his thrall.
Mayor Boscorm had eliminated anyone who might have suspected or stood in his way over the last year. Some politically, some more traditionally.
Arriving in darkness, Zatark enters the city keep. Like most things in this city, everything is prepared. It’s previous occupant being unfortunately driven out by those idiotic adventurers.
Settling into an enormous throne and surrounded by his minions, the mighty Devil laughs long into the night.
Gone Dalat
The ancient Blue Dragon wasted no time in claiming dominion over the city of Gom Dalat.
Once the combined Elf and Orc forces were destroyed or driven out of the nearby lands, Thereanthor claimed them as her own.
The human city was allowed to go on semi-independently, as long as certain rules were adhered to…
And a suitable tariff of virginal flesh paid at each full moon.
The Dragon disciples rapidly gained in numbers and hundreds of Kobolds, eager to serve one of their forebears, started swarming into the surrounding areas.
With any attempts at rebellion quickly crushed, Thereanthor’s control over the entire region was soon uncontested.
Once the combined Elf and Orc forces were destroyed or driven out of the nearby lands, Thereanthor claimed them as her own.
The human city was allowed to go on semi-independently, as long as certain rules were adhered to…
And a suitable tariff of virginal flesh paid at each full moon.
The Dragon disciples rapidly gained in numbers and hundreds of Kobolds, eager to serve one of their forebears, started swarming into the surrounding areas.
With any attempts at rebellion quickly crushed, Thereanthor’s control over the entire region was soon uncontested.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Please allow me to introduce myself...
The charcoal grey short-haired kitten hissed and spat at the dying would-be thief. From his chest sprouted three arrows - still crackling slightly with electricity. A silent shadow stood over him and looked down with contempt in his green eyes. The silouhette of his ears against the dull , amber streetlight marked him out as an elf.
"Who... who are you?" sputtered the thief through a throat of foaming blood.
"Who am I?" sneered the standing form. "I am Dulinithil Cu'Maksa, though I doubt your common tongue could handle such subtle syllables. Instead you may know me as Hawkmoon Bowgentle - though why I was named this I do not know. I have no especial affinity for hawks nor moons, and neither is my bow gentle." Twisting an arrow so as to make the thief gurgle in pain, he added "A fact to which you can attest."
Hawkmoon continued. "You may also wish to know of the bow. The bow you sought to steal. The bow which instead has killed you. This is the Longbow of the Leaping Lightning and it is mine. I commissioned the creation of this bow long before your short life began." A cruel smile played across his lips. "And by one look at you I can tell it will survive you also."
The thief groaned - his life energy draining slowly and painfully from him as the blood pooled amongst the cracks between the cobblestones paving the dark alley way in which he lay. Hawkmoon did nothing to ease the suffering, though he took no particular pleasure from it. He had seen so many deaths in his long years serving in mercenary companies that now he had entered business for himself he was not about to go soft.
"I will give you some credit, nameless thief. You were quick. Too quick in fact. Too quick for most of your victims I am sure. Unfortunately for you, however, I am no mere bowman but have the gifts of the arcane to support me..."
"Now - up close - my suspicions as to the nature of this speed are confirmed. How you came by them I know, or care not. I do know and care, though, that such pretty footwear should not go wasted."
With that he bent down and dragged the boots roughly from the thief's feet - causing yet more blood to bubble up from the arrow wounds. Seating himself on a nearby kerb, he casually removed his own, and not overly worn, boots - tossing them carelessly over his shoulder - and replaced them with those he had just looted from the unfortunate thief.
Standing slowly Hawkmoon stretched his feet in the leathern boots to ease the fit. "They suit me better than they suited you, don't they Mr. Thief?!" He chuckled jovially, but received no answer. The thief's eternal soul had departed to whichever Hell his faith proposed.
Looking down at the kitten, who had already begun to gnaw on the dead man's toes, he shrugged at the dead thief's fate and said: "Come, Rou. The night is yet young and our struggle through this grim world must continue. Indeed, I have earlier espied that band of adventurers of whom I have heard many a tall tale..."
"Who... who are you?" sputtered the thief through a throat of foaming blood.
"Who am I?" sneered the standing form. "I am Dulinithil Cu'Maksa, though I doubt your common tongue could handle such subtle syllables. Instead you may know me as Hawkmoon Bowgentle - though why I was named this I do not know. I have no especial affinity for hawks nor moons, and neither is my bow gentle." Twisting an arrow so as to make the thief gurgle in pain, he added "A fact to which you can attest."
Hawkmoon continued. "You may also wish to know of the bow. The bow you sought to steal. The bow which instead has killed you. This is the Longbow of the Leaping Lightning and it is mine. I commissioned the creation of this bow long before your short life began." A cruel smile played across his lips. "And by one look at you I can tell it will survive you also."
The thief groaned - his life energy draining slowly and painfully from him as the blood pooled amongst the cracks between the cobblestones paving the dark alley way in which he lay. Hawkmoon did nothing to ease the suffering, though he took no particular pleasure from it. He had seen so many deaths in his long years serving in mercenary companies that now he had entered business for himself he was not about to go soft.
"I will give you some credit, nameless thief. You were quick. Too quick in fact. Too quick for most of your victims I am sure. Unfortunately for you, however, I am no mere bowman but have the gifts of the arcane to support me..."
"Now - up close - my suspicions as to the nature of this speed are confirmed. How you came by them I know, or care not. I do know and care, though, that such pretty footwear should not go wasted."
With that he bent down and dragged the boots roughly from the thief's feet - causing yet more blood to bubble up from the arrow wounds. Seating himself on a nearby kerb, he casually removed his own, and not overly worn, boots - tossing them carelessly over his shoulder - and replaced them with those he had just looted from the unfortunate thief.
Standing slowly Hawkmoon stretched his feet in the leathern boots to ease the fit. "They suit me better than they suited you, don't they Mr. Thief?!" He chuckled jovially, but received no answer. The thief's eternal soul had departed to whichever Hell his faith proposed.
Looking down at the kitten, who had already begun to gnaw on the dead man's toes, he shrugged at the dead thief's fate and said: "Come, Rou. The night is yet young and our struggle through this grim world must continue. Indeed, I have earlier espied that band of adventurers of whom I have heard many a tall tale..."
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
New Banner: Not fade away
In which we see the battle frozen in time.
Bodush's disintegrate might not be enough to have killed Tagati outright, but another blow and we are probably done. However, Tagati will get in at least one more spell and that might well be enough to put Bodush out of the game too. The Golems will fight on regardless and the bears will not last much longer. Will the returning Eolar change the balance?
I think in the end, there can only be one victor. Next time I DM, I won't be so kind!
Bodush's disintegrate might not be enough to have killed Tagati outright, but another blow and we are probably done. However, Tagati will get in at least one more spell and that might well be enough to put Bodush out of the game too. The Golems will fight on regardless and the bears will not last much longer. Will the returning Eolar change the balance?
I think in the end, there can only be one victor. Next time I DM, I won't be so kind!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Is this a Dagger I see before me?
Removing his arrow from the eye socket of the now dead rooftop backstabber, Mendez is quite pleased with how much damage he was able to do with a simple arrow in melee.
Bending down, he pries the obviously magic dagger from his would be assassin’s fingers.
Mendez already has two daggers. A masterwork one he’d bought from Bodush when he first needed one and a minor magical one he found on the magical vendors Quart’s body…
Calling to his Sorcerer friend, Mendez tosses the +1 Dagger. “Hey Bodush! A gift!”
Bending down, he pries the obviously magic dagger from his would be assassin’s fingers.
Mendez already has two daggers. A masterwork one he’d bought from Bodush when he first needed one and a minor magical one he found on the magical vendors Quart’s body…
Calling to his Sorcerer friend, Mendez tosses the +1 Dagger. “Hey Bodush! A gift!”
Friday, November 6, 2009
Out of Character
Mendez breathes hard as he looks down at his defeated opponent and then quickly back up to his friends.
He can tell that they are all surprised by his actions and who can blame them. The truth is that he had expected to be entering another dark room where his arrows would have proved worthless.
When confronted by the two massive, Stone golems and a Human armed with two swords in a well-lit room, his choice seemed pretty clear.
Still he is badly hurt and will surely die unless he gets some immediate help.
Gazing around, Mendez groans as he sees both Elogyn and Eolar still in useless cloud form… And where’s Wer?
He can tell that they are all surprised by his actions and who can blame them. The truth is that he had expected to be entering another dark room where his arrows would have proved worthless.
When confronted by the two massive, Stone golems and a Human armed with two swords in a well-lit room, his choice seemed pretty clear.
Still he is badly hurt and will surely die unless he gets some immediate help.
Gazing around, Mendez groans as he sees both Elogyn and Eolar still in useless cloud form… And where’s Wer?
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