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Runequest 2nd Ed: Tale of Flameshot - Glory of Yelmalio [FINAL UPDATE 6th Jun]
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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3536509" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Flies and Dinosaurs</strong></p><p></p><p>Our travels paused at the farmstead of Leopold, a tall and wild-eyed farmer, owner of the last human settlement along the wretched road to the troll city of Kragspider. Our afternoon of drinking moonshine alongside the drivers in a rickety barn was interrupted by Dyllon running back from his foraging of herbs in the fields around. He babbled about a stranger he had seen, an armoured human abducted by troll-kin on large flying mounts. Leaving Lorange to guard the wagons and the disturbed healer, we grabbed our weapons and went to investigate.</p><p></p><p>Leopold agreed to aid us with his spirit-bound hawk, which was possessed by an entity of the spirit world which the farmer could control. I know little of otherworld things, but we were quick to welcome his aid. He would not travel too far from his farmstead, but sent his familiar to search for our quarry.</p><p></p><p>The tracks we found from Dyllon’s directions told us little more, we were able to make out boot-prints of a heavy human, and a few isolated troll-kin tracks. The healers description of flying mounts proved to be accurate. Leopold’s hawk relayed details of several small copses to the east, as well as the decaying body of a large dinosaur. Returning our host to the farmstead, we went in search of the troll-kin and the abducted human. The chances of his still being alive were slim, but we could not let trolls keep one of our kind in captivity if we could help it.</p><p></p><p>As we searched the copses and hills, several of my helpful suggestions on strategy were ignored by the followers of Savanka and Hemakt, leading me to believe what my temple has always taught me. While the Hemakt make deadly warriors who live in a short blaze of glory, and the Savankans make good foot soldiers, it is the cult of Yelmalio which pays attention to strategy and detail, tactics and warfare, seeing the overall whole instead of the small picture. Maybe I will talk of this to those of my temple when I return.</p><p></p><p>After skirting around several small copses, the corpse of a gigantic dinosaur, over forty yards long, loomed before us, resting against a large tree. We caught the stench of the body before we saw it, reeking of death and decay. As we crept nearer to the mouldering beast, loud buzzing alerted us of imminent danger, followed by five hideous creatures, monstrous flies the size of horses. Upon the back of each sat an armoured troll-kin armed with shields, darts and spears. These were the flying mounts and their riders Dyllon had warned us of.</p><p></p><p>As the bloated flies and their riders closed, another foe revealed itself from the branches, firing a crossbow bolt into our midst, followed by a hail of darts from the troll-kin, focussed on Liverpate. The fully armoured Hemakt warrior brushed off the missiles, sprinting down toward the dinosaur with Hoisin in tow, hoping to find foes that weren’t airborne. I returned fire with flaming arrows, targeting the riders after a giant fly nimbly avoided a missile headed for its head, displaying supernatural speed. Khaki aided with thrown rocks, the best ranged weapon at her disposal. My theory about tactical cults was reinforced at this point.</p><p></p><p></p><p>A sixth fly rider joined the others, and they soon ran out of darts, readying spears as they engaged Khaki and myself, who were left alone by our brave Hemakti companions. A couple of the troll-kin bore arrow wounds, but sadly none had fallen to my shots. I prepared shield and spear, praying to Yelmalio to guide my arm as three flies and riders dived to engage me. Khaki had similar difficulties, while in the distance I made out our errant brothers, who having reached the decaying dinosaur and tree, were engaging disgusting giant maggots, unable to come to our aid.</p><p></p><p>My armour saved my life once more, as three foes took my full concentration. Luckily, the flies were not trained to attack, and only the riders were of concern. I took several shallow wounds, but forced off my foes with deeper spear-thrusts in return. They took away on their flying mounts, retreating out of sight. Only one of Khaki’s foes managed to get away, leaving her bruised but proud of the two troll-kin corpses, victims of her mace. Meanwhile, Hoisin and Liverpate had managed to dispatch several monstrous maggots they had stumbled upon, victorious but covered in blood and ichor, Hoisin calling upon healing prayers even as we recovered our breath.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3536509, member: 18108"] [B]Flies and Dinosaurs[/B] Our travels paused at the farmstead of Leopold, a tall and wild-eyed farmer, owner of the last human settlement along the wretched road to the troll city of Kragspider. Our afternoon of drinking moonshine alongside the drivers in a rickety barn was interrupted by Dyllon running back from his foraging of herbs in the fields around. He babbled about a stranger he had seen, an armoured human abducted by troll-kin on large flying mounts. Leaving Lorange to guard the wagons and the disturbed healer, we grabbed our weapons and went to investigate. Leopold agreed to aid us with his spirit-bound hawk, which was possessed by an entity of the spirit world which the farmer could control. I know little of otherworld things, but we were quick to welcome his aid. He would not travel too far from his farmstead, but sent his familiar to search for our quarry. The tracks we found from Dyllon’s directions told us little more, we were able to make out boot-prints of a heavy human, and a few isolated troll-kin tracks. The healers description of flying mounts proved to be accurate. Leopold’s hawk relayed details of several small copses to the east, as well as the decaying body of a large dinosaur. Returning our host to the farmstead, we went in search of the troll-kin and the abducted human. The chances of his still being alive were slim, but we could not let trolls keep one of our kind in captivity if we could help it. As we searched the copses and hills, several of my helpful suggestions on strategy were ignored by the followers of Savanka and Hemakt, leading me to believe what my temple has always taught me. While the Hemakt make deadly warriors who live in a short blaze of glory, and the Savankans make good foot soldiers, it is the cult of Yelmalio which pays attention to strategy and detail, tactics and warfare, seeing the overall whole instead of the small picture. Maybe I will talk of this to those of my temple when I return. After skirting around several small copses, the corpse of a gigantic dinosaur, over forty yards long, loomed before us, resting against a large tree. We caught the stench of the body before we saw it, reeking of death and decay. As we crept nearer to the mouldering beast, loud buzzing alerted us of imminent danger, followed by five hideous creatures, monstrous flies the size of horses. Upon the back of each sat an armoured troll-kin armed with shields, darts and spears. These were the flying mounts and their riders Dyllon had warned us of. As the bloated flies and their riders closed, another foe revealed itself from the branches, firing a crossbow bolt into our midst, followed by a hail of darts from the troll-kin, focussed on Liverpate. The fully armoured Hemakt warrior brushed off the missiles, sprinting down toward the dinosaur with Hoisin in tow, hoping to find foes that weren’t airborne. I returned fire with flaming arrows, targeting the riders after a giant fly nimbly avoided a missile headed for its head, displaying supernatural speed. Khaki aided with thrown rocks, the best ranged weapon at her disposal. My theory about tactical cults was reinforced at this point. A sixth fly rider joined the others, and they soon ran out of darts, readying spears as they engaged Khaki and myself, who were left alone by our brave Hemakti companions. A couple of the troll-kin bore arrow wounds, but sadly none had fallen to my shots. I prepared shield and spear, praying to Yelmalio to guide my arm as three flies and riders dived to engage me. Khaki had similar difficulties, while in the distance I made out our errant brothers, who having reached the decaying dinosaur and tree, were engaging disgusting giant maggots, unable to come to our aid. My armour saved my life once more, as three foes took my full concentration. Luckily, the flies were not trained to attack, and only the riders were of concern. I took several shallow wounds, but forced off my foes with deeper spear-thrusts in return. They took away on their flying mounts, retreating out of sight. Only one of Khaki’s foes managed to get away, leaving her bruised but proud of the two troll-kin corpses, victims of her mace. Meanwhile, Hoisin and Liverpate had managed to dispatch several monstrous maggots they had stumbled upon, victorious but covered in blood and ichor, Hoisin calling upon healing prayers even as we recovered our breath. [/QUOTE]
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