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From Hell's Heart
Prelude
- In the bowels of Castle Dariad:
- "Unleash the hounds of war!"
- "They're wolves sir, and I think they're more of winter then war."
- "Whatever. You, go and open the door to their kennel!"
- "Yes sir."
- Snarll, growl, snap, leap, bite, pain filled shriek.
- "Idiot!"
- Below the Monastery of St. Charles:
- "They come, soon that prancing fool will feel the painful burning of my righteous vengeance-"
- "What are you muttering about Flak- oops, Necrotic."
- "MASTER!"
- "I'm sorry, but that's what everyone calls you, and you got to admit it both quicker and friendlier than... -Lord Necrotic-. I mean, come on, its so pretentious."
- Sniff, sniff.
- "Oh man, don't start crying, you're a Master of the dead, there's no crying in Necromancy."
- At the Cear Dram Ogg:
- "Gather the troops. I have found the location of the Gauntlet of Shar."
- "We will need to clear a path through the Weins."
- "Call in all the ogres gangs, we will gather our strength and push through to the tomb."
- "What of the Turys plans of conquest?"
- "Let them march out in the cold and bleed for themselves."
Player's Perspective
Slinking out of the first tear like the red-dressed girl in Matrix, we made our way towards the second tear. We were quickly joined by Caradoc and the rest of our crew who werew about as subtle as the aforementioned girl. We made our way deeper into the complex using our ability to sense the tear to help us navigate.
We became aware that the wolves were following us not too long after we made our way into the first tunnel. Opting for the better part of valor we ran until it became clear the wolves were faster than us. We decided to try to hide and ambush the wild animals, hoping our keen wits would serve us. We turned the corner and hid. The wolves, hot on our heels and about as wild as a convention of tax accountants, were not surprised.
We fought, they inflicted damage, but we won. We moved on, fighting several undead, avoiding two big pools of ooze as best we could and at last killing a troll as big as a pre-Subway Jared. Beyond the troll was the tear.
Kormac rededicated it to his god while the imperials came up behind us and the howling men through trash down to stop us. In the end, our only escape was through a hole created by the tear. Taking a deep breath, we leaped in.
Each of us, save Lazarus, spoke with a god, albeit briefly before being sent earthward with some guidance on finding the Gauntlet of Shar and the Dragon Bone Bow. Slinking our packs, we headed east faster than a group of newbie settlers spotting their first rattler.
Experience and such
Name Base challenge Roleplay total Thing Constellation Kormac 840 300 350 11,660 "Do they move around" Out smarted by wolves Gorunn 840 240 320 9,975 "Say what?" Got a archenemy Delvin 840 240 320 11,380 "Yeah, keep it up." Low light Caradoc 840 180 180 4,700 "I throw the torch." Still sick as a dog Kolina 0 0 0 2,520 Rebel scum Lazarus 840 180 180 4,425 "Great, snubbed by another god."
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