The GMF Campaign (The Dreams)

This is the sight for the GMF Campaign which is currently being run by:

ChaosEvoker

This may change in the future so look for new campaigns!

(OOC: Alright from where we left off the last VALID post was...)

As three more of the blue smooth-skinned dogs fall to the ground the others quickly retreat. Suddenly you see over the edge of the valley an endless wave of the blude dog-men. There must be thousands. Where the sun is just rising high, an enormous one dressed in Egyptian-Style royalty clothing stands, blocking most of the sun from view causing himself to be nothing more than a black sillouete against the sun. He is larger than even the largest dragons form the tales you have heard during your childhoods. His booming voice echoes seemingly across the world:

"Foolish Mortals! Your time has ended! My reign of Chaos has BEGUN!!"

The elements themselves seem to twist, bend and transform all around you in an undescribable way. Soon you feel as if you are being ripped to shreds by chaos itself. Then, you each wake up, all in the same inn. While you do not know it yet, you are all togethr and have been at this inn in Mulhorand for several days though you never noticed each other. You all wake up in your individual rooms, sweat on your faces, with a clear vision of the dream in your mind.

EXP gained each: 250

(Wait, is this for group 1 or 2. Or are you having both here. I think you should have a seperate thread for each group, I mean it can get kind of confusing here with two games going on in the same thread.)

(A Point, however the 8 players have not In-Game actualyl split yet. When they do I will mmake two threads. Right now, everyone has just woken up)

(I see.)

Elden sits up in bed and shakes his head. "That is the last time I drink Dwarven Ale before going to sleep. Ugh. Man am I hungry." he says to himself.

He gets out of his bed, gathers suiteed up, gathers his things, while whistling a little tune, and promptly heads to the common room to order some breakfast.

As you come down, you believe it must be fairly early as no one but the cook and a cute little 16 year-old human waitress are down here. The cook is hard at work and the waitress seems quite bored.

She quickly notices the halfling and hurries over to him.

"Would you like anything sir?"

Arathan jerks wide awake and rolls out of bed. With one swoop he brings up his bow and readies an arrow to fire piercing death at...

a wall?



He blinks away the sweat and rush of combat to realize he is point plank with the wall of his room.

"Why I'll be a hand-held crossbow. What in the 9 hells was that?!"

Arathan slowly readies himself and journeys downstairs.

Perhaps a meal and a drink is in order...

"I really need to stop sleeping in these human dives. Must be a lack of fresh air."

Elden looks up at the young girl a little surprised. "Wow, great service here. Hmm, let me see, what do you serve for breakfast here miss?" he exclaims.

He also glances towards the bar(if there is one) to see if there are any proportionally sized stools for him.

Gilburtus wakes without a sound. He lays in bed staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. "An omen of some portent if Im not mistaken." He says calmy as he gets up and sits on his bed. He begins flipping through his spell book... "I can't do this on an empty stomach." He gets up and inspects his room carefully going through every last detail in his mind about what the room looked like befor he went to sleep, satisfied he goes down for some cheese. As he walks through the hall way he begins writing down in his spell book every thing about his dream and his reflections on it.

Well, that was certainly interesting. Wonder if somebody spiked my ale last night?

Morax stands and stretches, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, and dons his armor, weapons, and other gear.

"I guess it's time to find some breakfast." he mutters to himself, and heads for the common room.

When he sees the other occupants of the room, he stops short, and stares for a moment.

Everyone looks familiar here. That's too much of a coincindence. The serving wench was here last night, but why do these others seem to pull at my mind?...

Taking a table, he waits for service.