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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1867745" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p><strong>Farenth's Game, pt. I</strong></p><p></p><p>At some point- possibly already chronicled- something very important happened to Chanticleer and a few of her companions.</p><p></p><p>All of this thread up to now has been from some fairly detailed notes and game summaries, but oddly this got left out. Did it happen after the group’s trip to the Abyss? I don’t think so- I think it was sometime before. But somehow, this event was never noted. </p><p></p><p>Well, I have no date for this- just a rough idea. Insert this parallel to our recent looks at them; squeeze it in there somewhere. I shall merely report the events, and to a certain extent (in this case) I must leave the chronology to you.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>The night was thick and dark. The villains of this piece were celebrating their evil plans. Vosh provided some interesting mushrooms, Chanti and Urdor provided the liturgy to Bleak, Akakathan- somewhat reluctantly- provided the music. This ceremony to an evil god of the land people was more than a little uncomfortable for him, but it was already too late for him to back out of the group.</p><p></p><p>The mushrooms took hold, though Akakathan refrained from indulging in them. Frenzied dancing ensued, and feasting and drinking; and in the midst of it all, dedicated to their Dark Lord, came an orgy, given in the name of Bleak.</p><p></p><p>“Bleak!” Chanti cried, “I am your vessel! Fill me with your Darkness!”</p><p></p><p>They took her one by one, first Urdor and then Delilah and then even the centaur, Vosh- he almost ripped her in two, but she accepted him gladly, screaming Bleak’s name. </p><p></p><p>The storm fell upon them, lightning and thunder, the sky black with clouds as fat drops of blood-warm rain splattered down around them. Akakathan shivered at the greasy feeling of the drops; this was no natural rain. </p><p></p><p>And then a stroke of black lightning struck down. </p><p></p><p>Vosh, Delilah, Urdor and Chanticleer were writhing together beneath a tree when it came, the coup de grace, killing them all instantly and leaving them insensate for a moment. Akakathan’s scream was drowned out by the thunder. He rushed to the pile of bodies, but they were already stirring. </p><p></p><p>Bleak had heard their prayers, accepted their sacrifices and touched them to aid them in their quest. They looked the same, at least for now, but though they still breathed (out of habit) their hearts no longer beat. In time they would learn that they had become undead, and when they did their reactions would vary.</p><p></p><p>Both Urdor and Chanticleer were overjoyed. A mark of Bleak’s favor! The Black Sun surely shone upon them! So what if they were cold to the touch? So what if men would shudder at the thought of enjoying Chanti’s charms? They were now undead warriors of Bleak, unholy reavers of blasphemy. Now their quest for Dexter’s blood had new impetus. “I’m going to kill him,” Chanti murmured to herself with new assurance.</p><p></p><p>Vosh was horrified at his change. He was <em>a druid!</em> How could he have become undead, such a terrible blight on nature? He wept secret tears and vowed to find a way to reverse the process. To Vosh this was an abomination, so unnatural that it made his stomach churn. But for now, out of friendship, he would remain with his companions. </p><p></p><p>Delilah was the only one with mixed feelings on the subject. To her, a believer in the power of seduction, the inability to touch, to feel like a living thing, was crushing; but the ability to exist eternally, in unchanging beauty, was like a heady wine to her. (Later, when she began moving among the richest men of Forinthia, she found that some people, at least, liked her to be cold and still. “Play dead,” he whispered in her ear.) She immediately set out to develop a spell designed to aid her with seducing others into believing she was a warm living woman. <em>Inner warmth</em> was to be the result, but the process made her very thoughtful. Why not make spells her rivals would have difficulty casting? Gloating at her brilliance, Delilah the Damned began work on a spell whose material component was horrific enough that most casters would be unable to use it- especially <em>good</em> casters. This became her <em>oozing lilacs.</em> </p><p></p><p>Akakathan watched it all quietly and wondered what the hell he was doing with these horrible monsters, but there was nowhere to go and no way out.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>When the group got the letter from Farenth, they were surprised- to say the least. It was addressed to Lyr, who was dead. In it, Farenth claimed that he was luring Dexter and his companions to Forinthia, and inquired as to whether Lyr and her crew would care to aid him in killing them. Chanti grinned like a demon upon reading it. </p><p></p><p>Twenty-four hours later, the crew had been pulled together and the <em>Twikwakikikak</em> was moving out of the harbors of Strogass and setting out for far-away Forinthia. </p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next Time:</strong></em> Farenth’s Game, part II!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 1867745, member: 1210"] [b]Farenth's Game, pt. I[/b] At some point- possibly already chronicled- something very important happened to Chanticleer and a few of her companions. All of this thread up to now has been from some fairly detailed notes and game summaries, but oddly this got left out. Did it happen after the group’s trip to the Abyss? I don’t think so- I think it was sometime before. But somehow, this event was never noted. Well, I have no date for this- just a rough idea. Insert this parallel to our recent looks at them; squeeze it in there somewhere. I shall merely report the events, and to a certain extent (in this case) I must leave the chronology to you. *** The night was thick and dark. The villains of this piece were celebrating their evil plans. Vosh provided some interesting mushrooms, Chanti and Urdor provided the liturgy to Bleak, Akakathan- somewhat reluctantly- provided the music. This ceremony to an evil god of the land people was more than a little uncomfortable for him, but it was already too late for him to back out of the group. The mushrooms took hold, though Akakathan refrained from indulging in them. Frenzied dancing ensued, and feasting and drinking; and in the midst of it all, dedicated to their Dark Lord, came an orgy, given in the name of Bleak. “Bleak!” Chanti cried, “I am your vessel! Fill me with your Darkness!” They took her one by one, first Urdor and then Delilah and then even the centaur, Vosh- he almost ripped her in two, but she accepted him gladly, screaming Bleak’s name. The storm fell upon them, lightning and thunder, the sky black with clouds as fat drops of blood-warm rain splattered down around them. Akakathan shivered at the greasy feeling of the drops; this was no natural rain. And then a stroke of black lightning struck down. Vosh, Delilah, Urdor and Chanticleer were writhing together beneath a tree when it came, the coup de grace, killing them all instantly and leaving them insensate for a moment. Akakathan’s scream was drowned out by the thunder. He rushed to the pile of bodies, but they were already stirring. Bleak had heard their prayers, accepted their sacrifices and touched them to aid them in their quest. They looked the same, at least for now, but though they still breathed (out of habit) their hearts no longer beat. In time they would learn that they had become undead, and when they did their reactions would vary. Both Urdor and Chanticleer were overjoyed. A mark of Bleak’s favor! The Black Sun surely shone upon them! So what if they were cold to the touch? So what if men would shudder at the thought of enjoying Chanti’s charms? They were now undead warriors of Bleak, unholy reavers of blasphemy. Now their quest for Dexter’s blood had new impetus. “I’m going to kill him,” Chanti murmured to herself with new assurance. Vosh was horrified at his change. He was [i]a druid![/i] How could he have become undead, such a terrible blight on nature? He wept secret tears and vowed to find a way to reverse the process. To Vosh this was an abomination, so unnatural that it made his stomach churn. But for now, out of friendship, he would remain with his companions. Delilah was the only one with mixed feelings on the subject. To her, a believer in the power of seduction, the inability to touch, to feel like a living thing, was crushing; but the ability to exist eternally, in unchanging beauty, was like a heady wine to her. (Later, when she began moving among the richest men of Forinthia, she found that some people, at least, liked her to be cold and still. “Play dead,” he whispered in her ear.) She immediately set out to develop a spell designed to aid her with seducing others into believing she was a warm living woman. [i]Inner warmth[/i] was to be the result, but the process made her very thoughtful. Why not make spells her rivals would have difficulty casting? Gloating at her brilliance, Delilah the Damned began work on a spell whose material component was horrific enough that most casters would be unable to use it- especially [i]good[/i] casters. This became her [i]oozing lilacs.[/i] Akakathan watched it all quietly and wondered what the hell he was doing with these horrible monsters, but there was nowhere to go and no way out. *** When the group got the letter from Farenth, they were surprised- to say the least. It was addressed to Lyr, who was dead. In it, Farenth claimed that he was luring Dexter and his companions to Forinthia, and inquired as to whether Lyr and her crew would care to aid him in killing them. Chanti grinned like a demon upon reading it. Twenty-four hours later, the crew had been pulled together and the [i]Twikwakikikak[/i] was moving out of the harbors of Strogass and setting out for far-away Forinthia. [i][b]Next Time:[/b][/i][b][/b] Farenth’s Game, part II! [/QUOTE]
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