Monday, June 29, 2009

Beauty and the Beast

Lady Lesyeux stares at her reflection for the hundredth time that day. “Incredible.” she whispers, also for the hundredth time.
Many changes have been made to the mountain top fortress. The walls have been repaired, gone are all signs of Wee Jas and Erythnul and in their place, shining symbols of Pelor. Even the secret tunnel linking the fort to the monastery has been rediscovered and cleared.
The massive Oak tree created by Chen has been given thought and movement by the Druidess Wer and now stands guard against aggressors as well as offering shade for the mixed people of the fort.
Lady Lesyeux catches Ortos’ massive face in the mirror and is startled out of her musings.
“I’m sorry my Lady.” Ortos’ voice is both gentle and rough. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I know my form is horrendous.”
Lady Lesyeux turns and smiles. “I see only goodness. Won’t you stay while I organise my duties?”
Ortos looks a little puzzled. “Do you not want to return home now you are whole once more? I have already asked for volunteers to escort you.”
Now it’s Lady Lesyeux’ turn to look puzzled. “Why would I leave? Everything I desire is here.”
With that she rises to her feet and walks over to the towering Bugbear. “I love you Ortos and now I finally have lips to show you.”

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Understanding Alignments

With thanks to Dag.

http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target9.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target172.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target10.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target34.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target199.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target17.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target50.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target160.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target197.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target61.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target171.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target87.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target198.html
http://www.llbbl.com/data/RPG-motivational/target196.html

Eolar take note.

The World of FISSA

Scott asked me if our adventures were based in the worlds of Greyhawk or the Forgotten realms. I had no idea, but it did remind me that our world is still unnamed.
As a roundabout (backwards) tribute to our founder let’s call it ‘Fissa’.
After all, it's Assif's world; we only live in it.

Monday, June 22, 2009

New banner: Whose side are we on anyway?

A new banner and a reminder of the "traitor" and his pretty henchman that we coolly defeated last time out. Particularly coolly when it comes to Eolar!

I say traitor, but who can really say who is right and who is wrong? My money is on the corruption of the Febril St. Cuthberites - especially since Lejon is a paladin. The appearance of the kobold ships only confuses matters - were they defending Lejon, or were they attacking both of us?

Anyway, since we were sensible enough to keep Lejon alive, we may find out yet.

A typically machiavellian adventure from Dag!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Fleet of Foot vs Fleet of Ships

The Kobold ships are bearing down upon them and time is (apparently) of the essence.
Springing over the deck of Lejon's burning wreak, Mendez quickly makes his way back to the stricken 'Tequila Sunrise'.
Shouting to the sailors to grab what supplies they can and run over the ruined ships to the 'Pride of St Cuthbert', Mendez retrieves his precious arrows and magical scimitars.

Friday, June 19, 2009

The rewards of righteousness(or experience)

Eolar: Level 12: 77,589 xp (Cleric:8/Ranger:4) : So close, yet so far away

Elogyn: Level 10: 46,135 xp (Cleric:5/Paladin:4):New level

Durin: Level 11: 60,044 xp (Barbarian:11): Holding Steady


Wer: Level 12: 67,087xp (Druid:11) :Be afraid, be very afraid..new level


Bodush: Level 11: 55,981 xp (Sorcerer:10):Stabbing orc dancing girls works!


Thesis: Level 10(12): 54,848 xp (Fighter:9/Barbarian:1/Humanoid:2)So close


Chen: Level 10: 51,172 xp (Monk:10) Holding still


Mendez: Level 13: 82,455 xp (Ranger:6/Fighter:4/Barbarian:3) Holding still


I wonder what Elogyn actually learned from this?


Lucky at cards!

Bodush drew a a deep breath from the mouthpiece of the water pipe as he leant back against the silk cushions, his eyes adjusting to the dark, smoke-filled room. It was good to be back in Seawell, he thought as he let his gaze linger on the dancer undulating in front of the crowd. Her muscular, simian arms moved as her gold-plated talons weaved patterns of reflected torchlight, her olive-green skin glistening with scented oils. Bodush smiled as he watched her throw back her head, seemingly lost in the seductive music, her ragged spiky hair bobbing slightly with the movement. He lazily waved her over, opening up his full purse. As she leant in closer to him, he got a better look at her face. The spiral mother-of-pearl inlays along her tusks glistened as her face sneered into an almost human sneer. Still, she would not be a beauty by orc standards. Her features were too soft, too weak. She would just be another tribeswoman out there in the wilds. Here, on the other hand, she was a sensation. Pretty enough for a young merchant to take an interest, dangerous enough to be bragged about later…

Bodush reached into his purse and got out a few platinum pieces, he for one, had been entertained. He almost did not see the blade that she had hidden between her flowing silks before it was too late.

Her bestial howl pierced through the music, human words failing her as she roared out her anger in broken orcish. “Pup-killer, Elf-friend, Backstabber!” Bodush jumped aside, his lips already forming words of power as glowing bolts of pure force flew towards the dancer.

Her broken body fell to the ground. Bodush looked down, smiling calmly as he spoke the last words she would ever hear, inaudible to the panicked crowd even if they had been able to speak orcish.

Bodush straightened himself up and threw a few coins at the man behind the bar on his way out by way of apology for the mess he had made.

Looking at the note from Szandor, he realised he would have to make his way to Febril immediately.