Dark Tower's Shadow II - The Riddle of Midnight
Post 1
Previous Story Hour - Dark Tower's Shadow
Dungeon Master’s spoken intro to players:
99 years ago the finest army the Dwarves, the Elves and the nations of humanity could muster gathered on the southern shore of the Pelurian Sea to fight the armies of the Shadow. They lost.
The Elves defend their forest that is being cut down, tree by tree. Orcish forces are decimated by Elvish arrows and magic just as fresh new recruits are brought to the Erethor Front. The Dwarves are trapped in their mountain keeps. It is said that for every inch the Shadow wins is paved with the blood of a hundred Orc. It is a price Izrador is willing to pay.
Elves and Dwarves are often lynched in small villages, or even handed over to Legates or Orcs in order to curry favor with the Shadow.
The gold, silver and copper economy that we’ve known from our junior high D&D games has collapsed. The concept of value is different in this broken world. Halfling children hunt rabbits with diamonds in their slings, using them as bullets, because that is all those stones are good for anymore.
Carrying weapons is illegal. Reading is illegal. Teaching someone else to read is illegal. Being an Elf or a Dwarf is illegal. Casting spells is illegal as is owning a magic item.
The punishment for the above crimes is death but sometimes the Shadow Legates get creative.
Orcs and Shadowspawn rule the world and your characters are living in it.
Welcome to Midnight.
Baau - Sea Elven Sailor/Soldier (Marine?)
Philosophy - All things are in my own hands.
Drive - To find kidnapped lover
Passion - Love of Aoen (he was stoned and he had just seen Two Towers...hence Eowyn as Aoen)
Passion - Hatred - Shadow
Luck
Baau woke up from his dream, holding his belly, happy that there was no Orcish spear in his gut, barbed point sticking out of his back. It wasn’t only a nightmare. Baau knew that the two others he met in the dream, the grim Northman and the Wood Elf were real people. He could feel the power of their oath to destroy the Shadow, the same Oath he had sworn.
He had left the safety of his people’s warm crystal bay to find his love. He caught the tracks of a band of Orcs, heading north as fast as their feet could take them. There were rocks piled up next to their camps, tiny stones the Orcs didn’t notice and it was a Sea Elf ritual, leavings for the spirits. They had a prisoner with them and maybe she had been his love.
In his dream he was sitting at a fire with the bald, scarred Northman and the scarlet clad Elf. They had caught the same trail he had. They knew each other from some previous adventures. They invited him along, sensing his oath in his just as he sensed theirs in them.
The party had met with an Orc in a crow’s cage by a crossroads. The Orc had one arm, the other torn off. The Elf and the Northman dealt with him and eventually agreed to let him free. Together, they would ambush the Orcs while they slept.
From a ridge above the camp, Baau waited for the Northman to enter the camp with the one armed Orc and then rained hell upon them with arrows. He had fired three shots, three arrows plunged into Orcish faces when an Orc noticed him. The spear was tossed quickly, a hard under-hand chuck.
It was the most terrible pain imaginable. They say a spear in the gut is the most terrible wound a warrior can receive. From then on the dream was nothing but gut wrenching agony.
Vorden Qell, The Crimson Prince - Elven Sorcerer
Philosophy - The shadow will fall even if I have to kill, rape and pillage to see it done.
Conscience - Help the Poor
Drive - To see the Shadow Fall
Faith - In my Father
Destiny - To Redeem Father
Passion - Preserving nature
Vorden woke up from the dream, pleased that it was only a dream. He checked his chest, happy to find no spear buried in his sternum.
It had all felt so real. He remembered summoning the spirit of a dead man whose skull was under the crow’s cage. He had asked the dead to watch the Orc, make sure he didn’t betray them.
Vorden had promised, “Watch the Orc and I will bury you in the Elven forest. You will be put to rest in a green place, under a fruit tree.”
From the skull’s eye socket a whisper sounded out, like the sound of the sea in a shell it said, “That would be nice.”
They tied the skull around the Orc’s neck, like it was a necklace of some kind.
In rushed hurried whispers they made plans to assault the camp, save the girl. She was tied to a log in the middle of camp. They agreed to kill all of the Orcs and then free the girl. When they talked about freeing her first the Orc, who they called Lefty disagreed. “She’s been used roughly by five Orcs. Do you really think she is in her right mind by now? Please. She has no idea where she is.”
Elves had not faired well in that dream, none of them had. It was Vorden’s loud steps that alerted the Orcs. The spear had flown out of the night and plunged into his chest.
By the time the Crimson Prince had summoned a Fire Elemental to do his battling the fight was all but over. The Northman, Karhoun, was nearly headless and the Sea Elf with the dreadlocks was slowly dying of his gut wounds.
He had piled the bodies into the maw of the Fire Elemental to appease it and then he awoke.
In the end of the dream it had been just him and the one-armed Orc they had freed from the crow’s cage. Was it just a dream or would there really be such an Orc waiting for them down the road. Had he been through the same dream?
Had the Orcs heading north had the same dream?
Karhoun 'The Knife' Esben - Northerner Huntsman
Philosophy - My last breath will be driving my blade deeper to the heart of the shadows.
Drive - Oath to Destroy the Black Tower of Theros Obisdia (capital city of Evil)
Destiny - To restore Karhoun's Keep for our people of the north
Faith - Honor your ancestors and their gods
Passion - Shadow hunting
Passion - Love - Elaylee - Dark Dryad of the Black Oak
Karhoun woke up from his nightmare glad that his head was still on its shoulders. It would be a tragic thing to have survived all that he had, only to die by the Vardatch of an Orc. The north was filled with such tragedies, though.
It was a shock to see Vorden again but good to be in the company of those who had sworn an oath. Vorden had sworn the exact same oath as him, to bring down the Black Tower of Theros Obsidia, where they had been raised. Karhoun had been sent there by his black-hearted father. Vorden’s father, a Night King Wizard of immense power, had fostered his son there too. Baau had sworn a more general oath in some oath room in Eredane but as long as it was an oath to bring down the Shadow it was an oath that bound them all together.
“I heard you put Bastion to the torch, my friend. Good work,” Vorden said, complimenting the rumors he had heard concerning the work of an Ironblooded Northman who had led the Fey, set fire to the breadbasket of Eredane.
Karhoun shrugged.
They talked about old times, how the last time they had met, Karhoun had kicked the Elf off of a roof and then fell to the cobblestones himself.
“The Manticore,” the Elf remembered, “That beast is going to come looking for us.”
Karhoun smiled, “We have much to discuss.”
They turned to the crow’s cage at the crossroads.
The Orc from the crow’s cage was a proud creature. It had challenged his pack’s leader for the alpha spot and lost. The lead Orc took of the challenger’s right arm, left it outside the cage with a stick in its hand. On the stick were carved the runes for Vardatch.
Vorden stood outside the cage, eating flesh from the Orc’s arm to intimidate him. Then Vorden beckoned the Sea Elf to put his torch under the cage, letting the heat do its work. The pack of Orcs was heading northward to kill a Dragon. None of them wanted to deal with Orcs who aspired to be Dragonslayers.
But they had an Elven woman with them. When Vorden asked why they traveled with such a guest the Orc only laughed and said, “To stay warm.”
“You rape her.”
The Orc spit. “No, we respect her and have pleasant conversation. What do you think, you mad Elf?”
The one-armed Orc had agreed to lead them into the camp so long as he could kill the leader himself. They had agreed and freed him. Vorden reluctantly gave him a knife when he explained how heavily armored the leader would be.
Baau had taken position on the ridge above the camp. Karhoun and the one-armed Orc crept into the camp. Vorden had agreed to create some fiery problems for the Orcs once the watch and leader were dispatched. Karhoun and the Orc silently padded into camp and then everything went to hell.
Vorden had left the ridge for some reason and was entering camp from a different direction. That wasn’t what Karhoun had remembered agreeing to. The watch saw him, raised the cry. Karhoun charged and drove his Dornish hand and a half blade into the Orc’s leg, hoping to take his legs out from under him and stop the spear before it started. The spear hit Vorden in the chest with a wet thud and the blade only grazed the Orc’s leg, stopped by his well-maintained suit of chainmail.
Behind him, Karhoun could hear the one-armed Orc struggling with his former leader, vainly trying for revenge.
The Orc that had thrown a spear drew a knife and turned on Karhoun when an arrow flew out of the night. The creature’s head exploded, covering the Northman in warm Orc-gore. Not wanting to venture deeper into the camp without his back being secure he turned to their Orcish confederate and the leader. The chief had his fingers deep into his challenger’s stump, driving his fingers into the one-armed Orc’s bone. The beast’s screams were loud and terrible.
Karhoun took his blade and drove it into the leader’s armpit, where his full-plate was lacking. The creature died quickly.
Then he turned to the rest of the camp. Another Orc died with another arrow to the face. Then another.
Karhoun clashed with the last Orc as the flames in the middle of camp rose into the shape of a fiery beast. The fire was raging, talking to Vorden, demanding bodies to feed it when Karhoun and the Orc swung at each other.
Neither the human nor the Orc had a mind for defense or prudence. Orcish Vardatch and Dornish Bastard Sword swung. The Vardatch hit the soft part of Karhoun’s throat even as his blade took off the jawbone of the Orc. They both fell, one without a face and the other nearly without a head.
Karhoun rubbed his neck, happy it was just a dream, knowing that some of lucid dream had truth in it and wondering how it would affect the waking world.
DM’s notes:
We were trying a new system, The Riddle of Steel by Driftwood Publishing, so I decided that their characters were having a lucid dream, giving the players a chance to get used to it. The characters all knew they were having a dream from the beginning and they had caught the track of a band of Orcs heading in the same direction has Karhoun had planned to go, North towards the Fortress Wall. There was evidence of a Sea Elven Maiden with them.
The combat, as you could see, was brutal. I am still getting used to the new combat system but I think it will work nicely, once we get used to the new system.
Thanks for reading.
Post 1
Previous Story Hour - Dark Tower's Shadow
Dungeon Master’s spoken intro to players:
99 years ago the finest army the Dwarves, the Elves and the nations of humanity could muster gathered on the southern shore of the Pelurian Sea to fight the armies of the Shadow. They lost.
The Elves defend their forest that is being cut down, tree by tree. Orcish forces are decimated by Elvish arrows and magic just as fresh new recruits are brought to the Erethor Front. The Dwarves are trapped in their mountain keeps. It is said that for every inch the Shadow wins is paved with the blood of a hundred Orc. It is a price Izrador is willing to pay.
Elves and Dwarves are often lynched in small villages, or even handed over to Legates or Orcs in order to curry favor with the Shadow.
The gold, silver and copper economy that we’ve known from our junior high D&D games has collapsed. The concept of value is different in this broken world. Halfling children hunt rabbits with diamonds in their slings, using them as bullets, because that is all those stones are good for anymore.
Carrying weapons is illegal. Reading is illegal. Teaching someone else to read is illegal. Being an Elf or a Dwarf is illegal. Casting spells is illegal as is owning a magic item.
The punishment for the above crimes is death but sometimes the Shadow Legates get creative.
Orcs and Shadowspawn rule the world and your characters are living in it.
Welcome to Midnight.
Baau - Sea Elven Sailor/Soldier (Marine?)
Philosophy - All things are in my own hands.
Drive - To find kidnapped lover
Passion - Love of Aoen (he was stoned and he had just seen Two Towers...hence Eowyn as Aoen)
Passion - Hatred - Shadow
Luck
Baau woke up from his dream, holding his belly, happy that there was no Orcish spear in his gut, barbed point sticking out of his back. It wasn’t only a nightmare. Baau knew that the two others he met in the dream, the grim Northman and the Wood Elf were real people. He could feel the power of their oath to destroy the Shadow, the same Oath he had sworn.
He had left the safety of his people’s warm crystal bay to find his love. He caught the tracks of a band of Orcs, heading north as fast as their feet could take them. There were rocks piled up next to their camps, tiny stones the Orcs didn’t notice and it was a Sea Elf ritual, leavings for the spirits. They had a prisoner with them and maybe she had been his love.
In his dream he was sitting at a fire with the bald, scarred Northman and the scarlet clad Elf. They had caught the same trail he had. They knew each other from some previous adventures. They invited him along, sensing his oath in his just as he sensed theirs in them.
The party had met with an Orc in a crow’s cage by a crossroads. The Orc had one arm, the other torn off. The Elf and the Northman dealt with him and eventually agreed to let him free. Together, they would ambush the Orcs while they slept.
From a ridge above the camp, Baau waited for the Northman to enter the camp with the one armed Orc and then rained hell upon them with arrows. He had fired three shots, three arrows plunged into Orcish faces when an Orc noticed him. The spear was tossed quickly, a hard under-hand chuck.
It was the most terrible pain imaginable. They say a spear in the gut is the most terrible wound a warrior can receive. From then on the dream was nothing but gut wrenching agony.
Vorden Qell, The Crimson Prince - Elven Sorcerer
Philosophy - The shadow will fall even if I have to kill, rape and pillage to see it done.
Conscience - Help the Poor
Drive - To see the Shadow Fall
Faith - In my Father
Destiny - To Redeem Father
Passion - Preserving nature
Vorden woke up from the dream, pleased that it was only a dream. He checked his chest, happy to find no spear buried in his sternum.
It had all felt so real. He remembered summoning the spirit of a dead man whose skull was under the crow’s cage. He had asked the dead to watch the Orc, make sure he didn’t betray them.
Vorden had promised, “Watch the Orc and I will bury you in the Elven forest. You will be put to rest in a green place, under a fruit tree.”
From the skull’s eye socket a whisper sounded out, like the sound of the sea in a shell it said, “That would be nice.”
They tied the skull around the Orc’s neck, like it was a necklace of some kind.
In rushed hurried whispers they made plans to assault the camp, save the girl. She was tied to a log in the middle of camp. They agreed to kill all of the Orcs and then free the girl. When they talked about freeing her first the Orc, who they called Lefty disagreed. “She’s been used roughly by five Orcs. Do you really think she is in her right mind by now? Please. She has no idea where she is.”
Elves had not faired well in that dream, none of them had. It was Vorden’s loud steps that alerted the Orcs. The spear had flown out of the night and plunged into his chest.
By the time the Crimson Prince had summoned a Fire Elemental to do his battling the fight was all but over. The Northman, Karhoun, was nearly headless and the Sea Elf with the dreadlocks was slowly dying of his gut wounds.
He had piled the bodies into the maw of the Fire Elemental to appease it and then he awoke.
In the end of the dream it had been just him and the one-armed Orc they had freed from the crow’s cage. Was it just a dream or would there really be such an Orc waiting for them down the road. Had he been through the same dream?
Had the Orcs heading north had the same dream?
Karhoun 'The Knife' Esben - Northerner Huntsman
Philosophy - My last breath will be driving my blade deeper to the heart of the shadows.
Drive - Oath to Destroy the Black Tower of Theros Obisdia (capital city of Evil)
Destiny - To restore Karhoun's Keep for our people of the north
Faith - Honor your ancestors and their gods
Passion - Shadow hunting
Passion - Love - Elaylee - Dark Dryad of the Black Oak
Karhoun woke up from his nightmare glad that his head was still on its shoulders. It would be a tragic thing to have survived all that he had, only to die by the Vardatch of an Orc. The north was filled with such tragedies, though.
It was a shock to see Vorden again but good to be in the company of those who had sworn an oath. Vorden had sworn the exact same oath as him, to bring down the Black Tower of Theros Obsidia, where they had been raised. Karhoun had been sent there by his black-hearted father. Vorden’s father, a Night King Wizard of immense power, had fostered his son there too. Baau had sworn a more general oath in some oath room in Eredane but as long as it was an oath to bring down the Shadow it was an oath that bound them all together.
“I heard you put Bastion to the torch, my friend. Good work,” Vorden said, complimenting the rumors he had heard concerning the work of an Ironblooded Northman who had led the Fey, set fire to the breadbasket of Eredane.
Karhoun shrugged.
They talked about old times, how the last time they had met, Karhoun had kicked the Elf off of a roof and then fell to the cobblestones himself.
“The Manticore,” the Elf remembered, “That beast is going to come looking for us.”
Karhoun smiled, “We have much to discuss.”
They turned to the crow’s cage at the crossroads.
The Orc from the crow’s cage was a proud creature. It had challenged his pack’s leader for the alpha spot and lost. The lead Orc took of the challenger’s right arm, left it outside the cage with a stick in its hand. On the stick were carved the runes for Vardatch.
Vorden stood outside the cage, eating flesh from the Orc’s arm to intimidate him. Then Vorden beckoned the Sea Elf to put his torch under the cage, letting the heat do its work. The pack of Orcs was heading northward to kill a Dragon. None of them wanted to deal with Orcs who aspired to be Dragonslayers.
But they had an Elven woman with them. When Vorden asked why they traveled with such a guest the Orc only laughed and said, “To stay warm.”
“You rape her.”
The Orc spit. “No, we respect her and have pleasant conversation. What do you think, you mad Elf?”
The one-armed Orc had agreed to lead them into the camp so long as he could kill the leader himself. They had agreed and freed him. Vorden reluctantly gave him a knife when he explained how heavily armored the leader would be.
Baau had taken position on the ridge above the camp. Karhoun and the one-armed Orc crept into the camp. Vorden had agreed to create some fiery problems for the Orcs once the watch and leader were dispatched. Karhoun and the Orc silently padded into camp and then everything went to hell.
Vorden had left the ridge for some reason and was entering camp from a different direction. That wasn’t what Karhoun had remembered agreeing to. The watch saw him, raised the cry. Karhoun charged and drove his Dornish hand and a half blade into the Orc’s leg, hoping to take his legs out from under him and stop the spear before it started. The spear hit Vorden in the chest with a wet thud and the blade only grazed the Orc’s leg, stopped by his well-maintained suit of chainmail.
Behind him, Karhoun could hear the one-armed Orc struggling with his former leader, vainly trying for revenge.
The Orc that had thrown a spear drew a knife and turned on Karhoun when an arrow flew out of the night. The creature’s head exploded, covering the Northman in warm Orc-gore. Not wanting to venture deeper into the camp without his back being secure he turned to their Orcish confederate and the leader. The chief had his fingers deep into his challenger’s stump, driving his fingers into the one-armed Orc’s bone. The beast’s screams were loud and terrible.
Karhoun took his blade and drove it into the leader’s armpit, where his full-plate was lacking. The creature died quickly.
Then he turned to the rest of the camp. Another Orc died with another arrow to the face. Then another.
Karhoun clashed with the last Orc as the flames in the middle of camp rose into the shape of a fiery beast. The fire was raging, talking to Vorden, demanding bodies to feed it when Karhoun and the Orc swung at each other.
Neither the human nor the Orc had a mind for defense or prudence. Orcish Vardatch and Dornish Bastard Sword swung. The Vardatch hit the soft part of Karhoun’s throat even as his blade took off the jawbone of the Orc. They both fell, one without a face and the other nearly without a head.
Karhoun rubbed his neck, happy it was just a dream, knowing that some of lucid dream had truth in it and wondering how it would affect the waking world.
DM’s notes:
We were trying a new system, The Riddle of Steel by Driftwood Publishing, so I decided that their characters were having a lucid dream, giving the players a chance to get used to it. The characters all knew they were having a dream from the beginning and they had caught the track of a band of Orcs heading in the same direction has Karhoun had planned to go, North towards the Fortress Wall. There was evidence of a Sea Elven Maiden with them.
The combat, as you could see, was brutal. I am still getting used to the new combat system but I think it will work nicely, once we get used to the new system.
Thanks for reading.
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