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March of Doom
Prelude
"Look, there's a trail", "Yes I see right there"
"Not over there, over here."
"Wait, now I see two"
"Brothers! I've found a trail"
"Yes, we know all about it, we already found that one and this other one here."
"But the one I found was over there."
"Sunny day! How many of them came this way?"
"Hrk, hrk, that was fun chief, lets kill ‘em again I the morning."
"No my fine bloodthirsty sot, flaky wants the walkers for his knife"
"Dam you, my names Lord Necrotic, N-e-c-r-o-t-I-c, why is that so hard for you inbred gimps to understand."
"Hrk, hrk, I love it when he throws a fits, his skin starts to crack"
"Stupid fucking dead man"
"Its hopeless General, between the undead and the yeti we can not advance."
"I have my order you young snot, and I will take this pass if I have to stain every inch of its ground with the blood of my men."
"Sir, a messenger has arrived from the capital"
"What news?"
"Sir. You are ordered to advance with your current forces to secure the High pass and proceed to the Cinnabar mines. No reinforcements are available. The Morians have been reinforced from the south and have begun their march."
"...Well ain't that some shit."
Player's Perspective
Those who had journied into the tomb had learned much of their mission and they could not help but reveal some secrets. It seems that about half our number have an ancient gift from the gods to sense tears in the fabric of our world. This gift was meant to help us protect priests, but apparently it has been forgotten like a Valentine's card from the fat kid.
Based on what was known, the group headed North ignoring the fact that each step was colder than the last. We encountered a group of Wein villagers who were trying to kill a half-starved bear. After some debate it was decided that the bear, like lenten chocolates, must be sacrificed. We helped drag him back to their village and were made as welcome as a porcupine in a nudist colony.
In the morning we headed North again, towards a Wein barrow that we now sensed had become a tear. We made our way there cautiously and investigated it as carefully as a fat man splitting a piece of cake into equal pieces.
After carefully examining the area, we eliminated the lone guard and prepared for as smooth and quiet an entry as any virgin could hope for. It didn't work out that way as Ungrateful Son and his orc friends had been drinking and were now looking to paint the town red. We abandoned our plan and instead attacked with the fury of a school girl crush.
It served us well and we killed the Half-ogre, his orc friends, some more mephids, and enough Skeletal Horses to keep an osteopath on the warm courses all winter with some effort. Even as we paused to catch our breath we heard the howling of the wolves, the flapping of a dragon's wings and some other mysterious sound behind us.
We broke for the night hoping that the experience points would at least include a reach-around.
Experience and such
Name Base challenge Roleplay total Thing. Lord Above Delvin 150 375 140 4210 True shot on net. Gorunn go down the hole 150 375 730 1455 Kordanrigged net. Undead Whammy Kormac 150 375 180 5230 "I destroy 14 hd of undead" Jehova Witness Kedrin 150 375 120 1990 "Am I allowed to kill bears?"
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