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This story is based upon a sequence of events that I calculated transpired between the denizens of the dungeon while the character party was away (two months healing/travel time).
It started as an experiment to see how the power struggles developed between the various NPCs/creatures still existing in the Temple.-(I actually rolled dice at certain intervals to see who won and then based my writing/actions on the outcome. To see who was then on top.)
Eventually a horror story depicting their cruel acts and plots developed similar to a Tales from the Crypt kind of theme.
This story also serves as an example of why the given character party is justified in comiting genocide to any particular dungeon locale.
Playing the evil characters/denizens like a character party only with the difference that these characters exhibit sociopathic/delusional, bi-polar/borderline and schizophrenic personality disorders. With homicidal overtones.
The character party (not altogether good) eventually returns as do the wood elves-(the real heroes and good noble sentient creatures in the story).
For although I am fascinated with writing evil characters-(their motives/desires/actions what not) it is the inevitable good that I ultimately am striving for in my stories. (also helps if your players are very good at role playing).
For quoting Doctor Who in :
Genesis of The Daleks-(First appearance of Davross)
-‘From every evil must come…some good.’-end quote.
~Hunter
This story takes placed in a recently ruined keep with four broken and burned towers. Located on a scorched knoll surrounded by woodlands nestled just off the main trading paths of the Empire of the World Emperor.
A party of adventurers attempting to infiltrate the cult and religion of the Horned God destroyed the temple and keep recently. It had been slowly subjugating the surrounding countryside by brainwashing key members of various villages and hamlets to worship the Horned God: The Beast. Soon villagers became entranced cultists and they themselves killed/took slaves of their friends who resisted and burned/destroyed their own villages to join the Temple proper. This was its main objective but underneath the Temple of the Beast were far more insidious plots taking place. Alchemy was being brewed below by a wizard who mastered in evocations….
After much investigation in the hamlets surrounding the area and failing to stop the beast cultists from destroying said communities…
It was for the character party to infiltrate and stop this mad scheme of conquest. However tragedy struck early and the party was routed.
An attempt to gain entrance through the use of disguise (the party wearing the robes of the Beast’s cultists) failed at the entrance before the drawbridge as the party did not know the password/signal to gain entry. A missile melee followed and one character in a desperate attempt to save himself unleashed one of his most powerful magic items. It was a censer or something that instantly summoned a full HD fire elemental. With the drawbridge up, another character shot a crossbow bolt attached with rope to the wood of the drawbridge thus allowing the elemental to cross the moat by sweeping along the line of hemp. It immediately attacked the guards and cultists inside. Magical attempts at dispelling and control failed by both mage and priest. The High Priest was forced to flee the temple entirely-(Severely burned). Most all of his followers were burned alive. The mage was able to retreat under the keep to his laboratory and waited out the conflagration. Luckily the vents he had recently installed for the purpose of his alchemical experiments saved his life and most of the dungeon denizens from smoke inhalation. Eventually the fire elemental returned to its own plane but not after totally burning the temple/keep’s surface level. Low on hit points the party retreated to the nearest city ( Viridistan) to heal/regain supplies. The Temple had totally destroyed the surrounding hamlets and towns so there was no safety there. So the party’s journey back to the city was two weeks one way. Having lost their Priest in the melee (he also was the one that summoned the fire elemental) and not wanting to pay (or having enough to pay 1500 gp for cure light wounds) for healing they had to heal in the city naturally. That meant about a month of healing. Adding healing time along with travel there and back again to the Temple the time away from the dungeon was about two months. This story begins with what happens in the dungeon while the character party is away.
Aftermath
In a lonely wooded hollow just beneath the hill upon which the Temple burns, a group of robed men carrying a heavy burden stop a moment to catch their breaths. Gently placing their burden onto the soft supple grass of the glade, charcoal black flesh melting through smoke stained fingers as they lie him down…
The surviving priests stand around their High Priest, the Horned One, The GodHead.
Paralyzed by scorching flames he lies there unmoving. His hands frozen in claw like gestures.
The lead priest says ‘How many healing dweomers have we placed upon the master, and still he does not stir? This bodes ill. The Horned God is displeased…’
An adept of the order says ’Yet he lives, though not conscious’
‘But what of us?, without the walls and shelter of the Temple we are defenseless to the wilderland….’-says a Curate.
With that thought the gloom of the glade seems to encroach upon the group as they look about themselves. Orange glow reflecting down from burning rafters of their once proud temple.
Curate-‘We must go back, none of us possess the skills needed to survive in the wilderland and without the master to guide us, we are doomed here!’
Lead Priest-‘What!? Return to the flames above with that thing still up there? Art thou mad? We can do nothing against it and for all we know it will continue to seek…and burn…’
Curate-‘Then we are doomed…’
Lead Priest-‘ O’ Horned God! Preserve us!!! Let us pray…’
And so the red stained, burnt and dirty priests kneel around their master praying to their foul God for help and guidance.
As if on cue, the High Priest moves and then mutters unintellible sounds..
Curate-‘Look he stirs, the master awakens!’
Lead Priest-‘Blessed be he who knows all, sees all! .Blessed is the master of Beasts! The Horned God answers our prayers!’
Looking down upon the blackened form of their master the clergy sees pink lips parting the charcoal exterior and the whites of his eyes reveal glazed pupils and retinas. Weak and sorely burned the High Priest awakens.
Lead Priest-‘ Wait! Silence! He is attempting to speak!’
Bending over, the lead priest strains to hear his master’s voice.
Curate-‘All rever the Master! Nothing can destroy the Master! O’ joyous praise to The Beast!’
Lead Priest-‘Shhhhhhh! Yes? Yes? I think he is casting!’
Wet blood and flesh begins to congeal. Blackened skin stretches back over exposed muscle..What was once weak and dying , becomes strong and whole and the High Priest finishes his Heal Spell.
With the antlers to his head piece still smoking from the flames ,the High Priest, The Horned One, The GodHead rises, fully healed…but not quite.
Staring at him in disbelief, the clergy about him is shocked into silence. Gazing at their High Priest as if they have never seen him before…
High Priest-‘What!? what is it? Why are you looking at me that way!? Mordru why do stare at me as if I was some kind of monster???’
Lead Priest Mordru- Meakly pulling silver prayer plate from robes. ‘Look master and see….’
Gazing into the mirror, the High Priest sees the reason for his clergy’s astonishment.
Truth to tell the powerful dweomer healed him completely. Unfortunately the once Adonis handsome beauty of the High Priest is gone. Left are the scorched skin, the burned muscle and exposed bone although fully healed but fused into a horrorific visage on par with a flesh shriveled Lich!!!!!
High Priest-‘WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME????????!!!!!!!!!!’
At that moment the nerves in his skin and muscle return to life.
High Priest-‘Aaaarrrgghhhhhhh!!!! ‘
He falls to his knees buckling with pain!
Curate-In a high pitched whine-‘It is the Horned God’s doing! He is displeased with us!’
Writhing upon the ground suffering the pain of exposed and burned nerves, the High Priest rolls under a great oak tree, crying out to his god…
High Priest-‘O’ Please Great One I’ll do anything to appease thee, only please do not make me suffer this indignity !!! This Pain!!!’
Just then, a voice from the tree above silences the High Priest.
Voice-‘Pray not to your false god here, Devil worshiper!
And with that a flurry of arrows strikes around and upon the High Priest, piercing his already painfully (though healed) scorched flesh!
More arrows fly from around the glade with such speed and accuracy that it is impossible to see them until they hit their mark!
Throats, eyes and hearts are impaled by these lightning like missiles! Clutching necks and faces the priests begin to fall. Few survive the first onslaught. Those that do receive maiming wounds to the face.
From out of the rafters of the trees appear strong and lithe figures clad in forest green and earth brown wielding spears and swords. One particularly strong and sinewy one, with fire red hair and pale skin with large violet eyes descends upon a surviving priest… Pulling a well-balanced two-handed sword out its scabbard, upon his back, he cleanly cuts through the head and neck of the former Curate!
High Priest-‘Agh! Wood Elves!”
Wood Elf-Brandishing his blade-‘Blessed is the Great Mother who saw fit to deliver you finally into our hands Evil one! Long have we watched your deviltry to the humans surrounding our wold. Now the time for retribution is at hand!!! Hiiiaaaaa!!!
And with that cry the strong elf cuts another priest completey in twain!
High Priest-‘ O’ mighty Horned One hear my plea! Grant me the power you have blessed upon me in the past! You who command all Beasts! You who command all animals be they warm or cold blooded be they bird or reptile or INSECTS! Grant me a small portion of your ability! Let me command them in your name, Bring unto me the power to summon Insects to my aid!!!
Clutching his holy symbol and gesturing before the wood elves in the glade with a flower petal mixed with mud, suddenly the twilight light of night and the glow of the fire upon the hill is blotted out as things begin to swarm above the heads of the wood elves.
Looking up they see thousands of wasps, bees, hornets, flys and beetles cascading down upon them! Below around their feet suddenly appear centipedes and ants and spiders of incredible size all biting and clutching onto the soft pale flesh of the the elves! The High Priest smiles, his dweomer has been amplified by his deity.
Backing away the strong elf beating hopelessly with sword at the insect hoard starts calling out in elven:
Wood Elf-‘ Nistara your aid we need! Dispatch with this evil conjuration!’
A voice in the trees replies-‘I have dispelled the dweomer Tristarr, for a time the creepers will stay, mindless and uncontrolled though they may be!’
The High Priest leers at the wood elves through the clouded mass of biting insects. He laughs to himself, as he picks a handful of insects from the swarm…
Breathing into his palm, onto the insects he grabbed, once more he casts a spell. This time the insects glow and begin to swell like ballons suddenly transforming their size right before his eyes. They continue to grow until one, a bumble bee the size of a small horse becomes the largest, while two wasps and a fly become slightly smaller. The High Priest quickly mounts the bumble bee, just as arrows fly into the giant fly and wasps. A few arrows strike the High Priest as well, but he shrugs them off. What is the pain from a bite of an arrow compared to the incredible ferocity of burned flesh? With a maddening grin the High Priest takes to the air on his bumble bee mount along with his arrow ridden wasps and fly. Off they hover just above the treeline, to his right and left and behind respectively. Soon they disappear deep within the unexplored regions of Wilderland….
(Game originally began in 1998-99 and has since been converted to 3.0 and now 3.5 Edition.
Due to the players ingenuity in advancing along the plotline, I had to come up with the Temple Key and fill it during a game session.
Sometimes one can come up with interesting locales this way. I covered the area in a 'Hallucinatory Terrain Spell' of forest paths and illusionary wooded hills cloaking the Temple and populating the outlying perimeter with zombies (freshly dead villagers) and a wandering scavenging Ogre (who was hunting/eating the zombies) but the players managed to get through with remarkable speed. So this map and key were done quickly during pizza/soda and snack breaks. Once the fire elemental was summoned I erased the walls, towers, church of the temple and replaced them with burned out ruined rubble. Here is a pic of the map for this game.)
This story is based upon a sequence of events that I calculated transpired between the denizens of the dungeon while the character party was away (two months healing/travel time).
It started as an experiment to see how the power struggles developed between the various NPCs/creatures still existing in the Temple.-(I actually rolled dice at certain intervals to see who won and then based my writing/actions on the outcome. To see who was then on top.)
Eventually a horror story depicting their cruel acts and plots developed similar to a Tales from the Crypt kind of theme.
This story also serves as an example of why the given character party is justified in comiting genocide to any particular dungeon locale.
Playing the evil characters/denizens like a character party only with the difference that these characters exhibit sociopathic/delusional, bi-polar/borderline and schizophrenic personality disorders. With homicidal overtones.
The character party (not altogether good) eventually returns as do the wood elves-(the real heroes and good noble sentient creatures in the story).
For although I am fascinated with writing evil characters-(their motives/desires/actions what not) it is the inevitable good that I ultimately am striving for in my stories. (also helps if your players are very good at role playing).
For quoting Doctor Who in :
Genesis of The Daleks-(First appearance of Davross)
-‘From every evil must come…some good.’-end quote.
~Hunter
This story takes placed in a recently ruined keep with four broken and burned towers. Located on a scorched knoll surrounded by woodlands nestled just off the main trading paths of the Empire of the World Emperor.
A party of adventurers attempting to infiltrate the cult and religion of the Horned God destroyed the temple and keep recently. It had been slowly subjugating the surrounding countryside by brainwashing key members of various villages and hamlets to worship the Horned God: The Beast. Soon villagers became entranced cultists and they themselves killed/took slaves of their friends who resisted and burned/destroyed their own villages to join the Temple proper. This was its main objective but underneath the Temple of the Beast were far more insidious plots taking place. Alchemy was being brewed below by a wizard who mastered in evocations….
After much investigation in the hamlets surrounding the area and failing to stop the beast cultists from destroying said communities…
It was for the character party to infiltrate and stop this mad scheme of conquest. However tragedy struck early and the party was routed.
An attempt to gain entrance through the use of disguise (the party wearing the robes of the Beast’s cultists) failed at the entrance before the drawbridge as the party did not know the password/signal to gain entry. A missile melee followed and one character in a desperate attempt to save himself unleashed one of his most powerful magic items. It was a censer or something that instantly summoned a full HD fire elemental. With the drawbridge up, another character shot a crossbow bolt attached with rope to the wood of the drawbridge thus allowing the elemental to cross the moat by sweeping along the line of hemp. It immediately attacked the guards and cultists inside. Magical attempts at dispelling and control failed by both mage and priest. The High Priest was forced to flee the temple entirely-(Severely burned). Most all of his followers were burned alive. The mage was able to retreat under the keep to his laboratory and waited out the conflagration. Luckily the vents he had recently installed for the purpose of his alchemical experiments saved his life and most of the dungeon denizens from smoke inhalation. Eventually the fire elemental returned to its own plane but not after totally burning the temple/keep’s surface level. Low on hit points the party retreated to the nearest city ( Viridistan) to heal/regain supplies. The Temple had totally destroyed the surrounding hamlets and towns so there was no safety there. So the party’s journey back to the city was two weeks one way. Having lost their Priest in the melee (he also was the one that summoned the fire elemental) and not wanting to pay (or having enough to pay 1500 gp for cure light wounds) for healing they had to heal in the city naturally. That meant about a month of healing. Adding healing time along with travel there and back again to the Temple the time away from the dungeon was about two months. This story begins with what happens in the dungeon while the character party is away.
Aftermath
In a lonely wooded hollow just beneath the hill upon which the Temple burns, a group of robed men carrying a heavy burden stop a moment to catch their breaths. Gently placing their burden onto the soft supple grass of the glade, charcoal black flesh melting through smoke stained fingers as they lie him down…
The surviving priests stand around their High Priest, the Horned One, The GodHead.
Paralyzed by scorching flames he lies there unmoving. His hands frozen in claw like gestures.
The lead priest says ‘How many healing dweomers have we placed upon the master, and still he does not stir? This bodes ill. The Horned God is displeased…’
An adept of the order says ’Yet he lives, though not conscious’
‘But what of us?, without the walls and shelter of the Temple we are defenseless to the wilderland….’-says a Curate.
With that thought the gloom of the glade seems to encroach upon the group as they look about themselves. Orange glow reflecting down from burning rafters of their once proud temple.
Curate-‘We must go back, none of us possess the skills needed to survive in the wilderland and without the master to guide us, we are doomed here!’
Lead Priest-‘What!? Return to the flames above with that thing still up there? Art thou mad? We can do nothing against it and for all we know it will continue to seek…and burn…’
Curate-‘Then we are doomed…’
Lead Priest-‘ O’ Horned God! Preserve us!!! Let us pray…’
And so the red stained, burnt and dirty priests kneel around their master praying to their foul God for help and guidance.
As if on cue, the High Priest moves and then mutters unintellible sounds..
Curate-‘Look he stirs, the master awakens!’
Lead Priest-‘Blessed be he who knows all, sees all! .Blessed is the master of Beasts! The Horned God answers our prayers!’
Looking down upon the blackened form of their master the clergy sees pink lips parting the charcoal exterior and the whites of his eyes reveal glazed pupils and retinas. Weak and sorely burned the High Priest awakens.
Lead Priest-‘ Wait! Silence! He is attempting to speak!’
Bending over, the lead priest strains to hear his master’s voice.
Curate-‘All rever the Master! Nothing can destroy the Master! O’ joyous praise to The Beast!’
Lead Priest-‘Shhhhhhh! Yes? Yes? I think he is casting!’
Wet blood and flesh begins to congeal. Blackened skin stretches back over exposed muscle..What was once weak and dying , becomes strong and whole and the High Priest finishes his Heal Spell.
With the antlers to his head piece still smoking from the flames ,the High Priest, The Horned One, The GodHead rises, fully healed…but not quite.
Staring at him in disbelief, the clergy about him is shocked into silence. Gazing at their High Priest as if they have never seen him before…
High Priest-‘What!? what is it? Why are you looking at me that way!? Mordru why do stare at me as if I was some kind of monster???’
Lead Priest Mordru- Meakly pulling silver prayer plate from robes. ‘Look master and see….’
Gazing into the mirror, the High Priest sees the reason for his clergy’s astonishment.
Truth to tell the powerful dweomer healed him completely. Unfortunately the once Adonis handsome beauty of the High Priest is gone. Left are the scorched skin, the burned muscle and exposed bone although fully healed but fused into a horrorific visage on par with a flesh shriveled Lich!!!!!
High Priest-‘WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME????????!!!!!!!!!!’
At that moment the nerves in his skin and muscle return to life.
High Priest-‘Aaaarrrgghhhhhhh!!!! ‘
He falls to his knees buckling with pain!
Curate-In a high pitched whine-‘It is the Horned God’s doing! He is displeased with us!’
Writhing upon the ground suffering the pain of exposed and burned nerves, the High Priest rolls under a great oak tree, crying out to his god…
High Priest-‘O’ Please Great One I’ll do anything to appease thee, only please do not make me suffer this indignity !!! This Pain!!!’
Just then, a voice from the tree above silences the High Priest.
Voice-‘Pray not to your false god here, Devil worshiper!
And with that a flurry of arrows strikes around and upon the High Priest, piercing his already painfully (though healed) scorched flesh!
More arrows fly from around the glade with such speed and accuracy that it is impossible to see them until they hit their mark!
Throats, eyes and hearts are impaled by these lightning like missiles! Clutching necks and faces the priests begin to fall. Few survive the first onslaught. Those that do receive maiming wounds to the face.
From out of the rafters of the trees appear strong and lithe figures clad in forest green and earth brown wielding spears and swords. One particularly strong and sinewy one, with fire red hair and pale skin with large violet eyes descends upon a surviving priest… Pulling a well-balanced two-handed sword out its scabbard, upon his back, he cleanly cuts through the head and neck of the former Curate!
High Priest-‘Agh! Wood Elves!”
Wood Elf-Brandishing his blade-‘Blessed is the Great Mother who saw fit to deliver you finally into our hands Evil one! Long have we watched your deviltry to the humans surrounding our wold. Now the time for retribution is at hand!!! Hiiiaaaaa!!!
And with that cry the strong elf cuts another priest completey in twain!
High Priest-‘ O’ mighty Horned One hear my plea! Grant me the power you have blessed upon me in the past! You who command all Beasts! You who command all animals be they warm or cold blooded be they bird or reptile or INSECTS! Grant me a small portion of your ability! Let me command them in your name, Bring unto me the power to summon Insects to my aid!!!
Clutching his holy symbol and gesturing before the wood elves in the glade with a flower petal mixed with mud, suddenly the twilight light of night and the glow of the fire upon the hill is blotted out as things begin to swarm above the heads of the wood elves.
Looking up they see thousands of wasps, bees, hornets, flys and beetles cascading down upon them! Below around their feet suddenly appear centipedes and ants and spiders of incredible size all biting and clutching onto the soft pale flesh of the the elves! The High Priest smiles, his dweomer has been amplified by his deity.
Backing away the strong elf beating hopelessly with sword at the insect hoard starts calling out in elven:
Wood Elf-‘ Nistara your aid we need! Dispatch with this evil conjuration!’
A voice in the trees replies-‘I have dispelled the dweomer Tristarr, for a time the creepers will stay, mindless and uncontrolled though they may be!’
The High Priest leers at the wood elves through the clouded mass of biting insects. He laughs to himself, as he picks a handful of insects from the swarm…
Breathing into his palm, onto the insects he grabbed, once more he casts a spell. This time the insects glow and begin to swell like ballons suddenly transforming their size right before his eyes. They continue to grow until one, a bumble bee the size of a small horse becomes the largest, while two wasps and a fly become slightly smaller. The High Priest quickly mounts the bumble bee, just as arrows fly into the giant fly and wasps. A few arrows strike the High Priest as well, but he shrugs them off. What is the pain from a bite of an arrow compared to the incredible ferocity of burned flesh? With a maddening grin the High Priest takes to the air on his bumble bee mount along with his arrow ridden wasps and fly. Off they hover just above the treeline, to his right and left and behind respectively. Soon they disappear deep within the unexplored regions of Wilderland….
(Game originally began in 1998-99 and has since been converted to 3.0 and now 3.5 Edition.
Due to the players ingenuity in advancing along the plotline, I had to come up with the Temple Key and fill it during a game session.
Sometimes one can come up with interesting locales this way. I covered the area in a 'Hallucinatory Terrain Spell' of forest paths and illusionary wooded hills cloaking the Temple and populating the outlying perimeter with zombies (freshly dead villagers) and a wandering scavenging Ogre (who was hunting/eating the zombies) but the players managed to get through with remarkable speed. So this map and key were done quickly during pizza/soda and snack breaks. Once the fire elemental was summoned I erased the walls, towers, church of the temple and replaced them with burned out ruined rubble. Here is a pic of the map for this game.)
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