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1 year ago ::
Apr 29, 2012 - 1:54PM
#41
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Date Joined:
Aug 28, 2011
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Its good to be back.
(Back in the Saddle plays in the background)
A young wizard harassed and outcasted by the town of Smithefields, which remains suspicious of magic, left the town to try his luck at the adventurer/mercenary lifestyle he had always dremed would be better. He scrapped by, earning enough money to purchase the occasional book on his favorite subject, the plane of Dreams, all the while emulating different adventurers and mercenaries as heros. He has trained for years now in the arts of summoning and planar binding to explore and practice spells in Dream. he has returned to his hometown to wreak vengence on the people who never accepted him by summoning and controlling the dreams and memories of adventurers like the party who he has recently taking a shining to. Can the party free the town by beating thier dream-selves that range from idealic best memories to terrible regrets?
Also, a few of my older posts still remain unanswered to any who are willing to try. Or come up with your own...
He said to me: "It is done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. -Revelation 21:6
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1 year ago ::
May 02, 2012 - 6:51PM
#42
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Date Joined:
Mar 14, 2011
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The sword was a gift from Orcus or some other necromantic power and enshrined in a place that had already sunken into the swamp by the time Drivendale was built. (The lich's throne room was only an upper chamber, the rest filled in long ago.)
On the lich's squat, grim throne was written: "Three Souls to pass over and return what's mine to me." Spending 3 souls here, opens a way to a land of shadow. It appears the party has not moved from the pillared chamber, yet shadows of fish swim about the floor, pale wisps flutter by like scraps of paper, and the dark ceiling echoes with the whispers of unseen birds. The throne room here does not lead into the cavern of zombies, but deeper into ghostly, ancient-styled halls, halls whose living conterpart vanished long ago.
At the bottom, two gods wait, but the shining one's sword has not left the chamber. The empty god grins that its sword, however, is returning glutted. A wager will be settled.
This is quite awesomazing. I never even considered a god's involvement, much less two. Even further less a sister sword. You get all of my internets for the day, friend.
Have you ever wanted to play a character out of the norm? A character... reviled by society, something that offers you a unique role-playing challenge? Have you ever wanted to play something more hated and innately evil then Drow? Have you ever wanted to be a... Mind Flayer?Page 8 has the current complete version.
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1 year ago ::
May 10, 2012 - 7:59PM
#43
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Date Joined:
Mar 14, 2011
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I have an idea. Let's, all together, build an adventure for a group of four level 5 heroes of the basic classes (Wizard, Rogue, Fighter, and Cleric). We'll each put in one segment of the story, and then the next person will add on to it with their own section, and before we're through, we'll have an epic adventure on our hands! I know it isn't truly 'finishing an adventure hook', but it will be fun, and have an interesting result!
The heroes are walking through a dense forest on the one road that leads through it. They are on their way to the bustling city of Waverstead, a village that survives primarily on its nearby copper mines, and gets its food from a large lake nearby.
As the heroes walk, they see a maderately-sized group of massive spiders skitter across the path in front of them. However, the spiders don't attack the heroes, and in a seemingly frantic state, they don't even seem to notice the adventurers, except for one smaller spider in the back, that turns and looks at them.
After a short moment, something slams into the spider with such force it's knocked off of the path and so deep into the forest the heroes cannot even see it. A CRACK! is heard as the heroes realize the spider's body and whatever impaled it also knocked into a tree with such force they caused it to fall.
Now, what happens next? Someone post the next bit, and someone else after that.
Have you ever wanted to play a character out of the norm? A character... reviled by society, something that offers you a unique role-playing challenge? Have you ever wanted to play something more hated and innately evil then Drow? Have you ever wanted to be a... Mind Flayer?Page 8 has the current complete version.
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1 year ago ::
May 18, 2012 - 4:47PM
#44
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Answer to story post #37:
The village mystics sought for advice all have visions of a palace in the midst of the storm clouds and a large, empty throne. Also of a sheer mountain ridge leading to shining steps. The only mountain around is Graytop Ridge, and all its rents run like rivers from the rain and herds of boulders stampede over its surface, adding their voices to the clap of the thunder army's shields.
Near the peak of the mountain, up against a wall of lightning and thunder, shining stairs do indeed lead to massive doors. a panel slides away to answer any visitors, revealing the huge face of an obviously distressed oni, giant, jinn, or whatever you'd like. Apparently he'd been tasked with minding the place while "the master" was out, but the master should have returned 2 moons ago and the priestly petitions for rain from villages horizons around have been piling up.
"Unfortunately, the master's instruments are quite temperamental, and they won't shut off the normal way anymore."
The study area is swarming with elementals, and some of them combine with others for devastatingly messy effects. The master's numbered instruments, a series of levers, a ring of drums, or an alchemists set of globes, tubes, and bound gremlins, are so large, each segment of the device has its own are of the study. One segment has been damaged, and another has been clumsily tied together wrong. Fixing it up should allow the attendant to work his magic.
An optional continuation could explore why the master's missing.
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