Against the Shadows VII - A Faded Glory Story Hour (Re-Updated - 5/17)
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Dougal DeKree
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Cliffhangers!!!
Hahahaa, try this out:
http://www.dailor.grofafo.org/englisch/web_cliffhanger.gif
I posted this before in some other SH, but it also fits here...the pics are drawn by a friend of mine. (the other pics are cool, too!)
Cheers!
Dougal DeKree, retired gnomish Illusionist, recently Planeshifted to A.U.
Old One said:Darklone,
You should know better than to ask...cliffhangers are what I live for!
~ Old One
Hahahaa, try this out:
http://www.dailor.grofafo.org/englisch/web_cliffhanger.gif
I posted this before in some other SH, but it also fits here...the pics are drawn by a friend of mine. (the other pics are cool, too!)
Cheers!
Dougal DeKree, retired gnomish Illusionist, recently Planeshifted to A.U.
Lela
First Post
Only if there was a back way out of that place. Otherwise he got smoked (I'm sure there was but they can still dream.)Darklone said:
Great returning villian. It's always fun to have those guys just make themselves from a standard hurt the players but end up dying anyway bad guy. Very Final Fantasy.
Nice!
Dougal,
Hah! I think my players feel that way sometimes...
I am a pretty big stickler for ending the game on time ( 8:00 PM EST on Sundays when we play) and it always seems to be right before so climactic event or confrontation. If I don't think we will have enough time to continue, I say the dreaded words: "This is probably a good place to stop" (accompanied by a chorus of groans). That leads to an overabundance of cliffhanger sessions.
Back in the old days - before kids, marraige and responsibilities - I would just push on into the wee hours of the morning. Ahhh...the good old days!
~ Old One
Dougal DeKree said:
Dougal,
Hah! I think my players feel that way sometimes...
I am a pretty big stickler for ending the game on time ( 8:00 PM EST on Sundays when we play) and it always seems to be right before so climactic event or confrontation. If I don't think we will have enough time to continue, I say the dreaded words: "This is probably a good place to stop" (accompanied by a chorus of groans). That leads to an overabundance of cliffhanger sessions.
Back in the old days - before kids, marraige and responsibilities - I would just push on into the wee hours of the morning. Ahhh...the good old days!
~ Old One
Sextus speaks...
Greetings All,
Here is the first story write-up sent in by Steve, who plays Sextus...
Drop the linen and start the grinning, I've actually had time to do a
write up. Please note that recent experiences have left Sextus in a
dark mood, and the following write up indicates that. Additionally,
all criticism is "in character" only, not an attack on any player.
Sextus 9-22-02
So it is written, so it shall be told....
By now, I'm not sure what stank worse – the sewers through which we
had been wading for eternity, or our own unwashed bodies. I for one
was sick of Oar, sick of the sewers, sick of the Reds and the Greens
and the Blues and the Pinks and everyone one else in this Osirin-be-
damned stinkhole. My sole desire in this world was to rescue
Drusilla and go, and let the Shadow take the place.
So here was our plan – accompanied by Valeria and four thugs from the
Reds, we would use a spell to tunnel into the remaining stronghold of
the Shadowblades. There, we would slay thousands, rescue fair
Drusilla, beard Mathrax in his den and emerge smelling like roses
(not like Rose does) to the cheering of the grateful crowds. None of
us were surprised when our plans fell apart from the very beginning.
Instead of tunneling into the middle of the Shadowblade complex -
allowing us to cut their forces in half and stack the odds in our
favor – we emerged in a dead end room, a jail it appeared.
Confronted by three guards, Rowan impaled one through the eye with a
shot of his bow, causing the second to surrender and the third to
flee for his life. His flight was short lived, as Rose chased him
down and split him in twain.
Our next encounter with guards was similarly one sided, as we
overwhelmed those who confronted us. I was horrified to see Cragin
smash in the head of a guard who had surrendered. <<Player Note:
Sextus was not there when Cragin saved the guy, so I don't know that
that happened.>> Twice now, I had seen Cragin slay a defenseless
foe, and combined with his later zealous desire to maim and dismember
our captive, I was beginning to have serious doubts about our new
found companion. Perhaps it was true, that the Dwarves had fallen
into the sway of the Shadow. If not, wouldn't Osirin – in his aspect
as Morandin – have saved them from extinction? I wish Lew were here
to answer my questions.
The melee strung out down a hallway, into a mess hall, up some steps
and over a concealed pit. Mathrax appeared briefly, and a quick
succession of Web Spell, Counter Spell, Web Spell occurred between
him and Valeria. Cragin again displayed his callousness – or perhaps
practicality – by firing the Web spell while Valeria and her thugs
were still ensnared, causing them to be briefly engulfed in flame.
The fighter that we derisively called "Ranseur Boy" also showed up,
and managed to push both Rowan and Rose into the concealed pit. All
looked lost until Quintus recklessly leapt the pit and grappled
Ranseur Boy, giving Rowan and Rose time to get out of the pit.
After that, it was all clean up, so to speak. The enemy ran –
including Ranseur Boy – and we discovered Mathrax trapped in
Drusilla's grasp, a dagger at his throat. While we attempted to sort
out that mess, Rose set fire to Mathrax's library, destroying quite
possibly the greatest treasure trove of arcane knowledge we had ever
seen. My brother – caught up in the passion of revenge – didn't even
blink. As the fire spread, Rose, Cragin and Quintus stood and
heatedly debated the finer points of maiming and crippling our
captive – whether to shatter his hands or sever them, whether or not
to cut off his feet. My companion's thirst for dismemberment and
torture frankly disgusts me, but I've had more than one look at the
dark side that my brother normally keeps hidden from view. With Lew
gone, I fear that we have lost our moral compass.
We left the Shadowblades lair without searching Mathrax's study,
without finding his spell books, without even attempting to gather
treasure. We fear that our captive may be an imposter, that Drusilla
may be enspelled or an imposter also. I no longer care. I just want
out of these damn sewers. Ahead, I smell the ocean. Perhaps we will
finally be clean once again.
Hope you liked it!
~ Old One
Greetings All,
Here is the first story write-up sent in by Steve, who plays Sextus...
Drop the linen and start the grinning, I've actually had time to do a
write up. Please note that recent experiences have left Sextus in a
dark mood, and the following write up indicates that. Additionally,
all criticism is "in character" only, not an attack on any player.
Sextus 9-22-02
So it is written, so it shall be told....
By now, I'm not sure what stank worse – the sewers through which we
had been wading for eternity, or our own unwashed bodies. I for one
was sick of Oar, sick of the sewers, sick of the Reds and the Greens
and the Blues and the Pinks and everyone one else in this Osirin-be-
damned stinkhole. My sole desire in this world was to rescue
Drusilla and go, and let the Shadow take the place.
So here was our plan – accompanied by Valeria and four thugs from the
Reds, we would use a spell to tunnel into the remaining stronghold of
the Shadowblades. There, we would slay thousands, rescue fair
Drusilla, beard Mathrax in his den and emerge smelling like roses
(not like Rose does) to the cheering of the grateful crowds. None of
us were surprised when our plans fell apart from the very beginning.
Instead of tunneling into the middle of the Shadowblade complex -
allowing us to cut their forces in half and stack the odds in our
favor – we emerged in a dead end room, a jail it appeared.
Confronted by three guards, Rowan impaled one through the eye with a
shot of his bow, causing the second to surrender and the third to
flee for his life. His flight was short lived, as Rose chased him
down and split him in twain.
Our next encounter with guards was similarly one sided, as we
overwhelmed those who confronted us. I was horrified to see Cragin
smash in the head of a guard who had surrendered. <<Player Note:
Sextus was not there when Cragin saved the guy, so I don't know that
that happened.>> Twice now, I had seen Cragin slay a defenseless
foe, and combined with his later zealous desire to maim and dismember
our captive, I was beginning to have serious doubts about our new
found companion. Perhaps it was true, that the Dwarves had fallen
into the sway of the Shadow. If not, wouldn't Osirin – in his aspect
as Morandin – have saved them from extinction? I wish Lew were here
to answer my questions.
The melee strung out down a hallway, into a mess hall, up some steps
and over a concealed pit. Mathrax appeared briefly, and a quick
succession of Web Spell, Counter Spell, Web Spell occurred between
him and Valeria. Cragin again displayed his callousness – or perhaps
practicality – by firing the Web spell while Valeria and her thugs
were still ensnared, causing them to be briefly engulfed in flame.
The fighter that we derisively called "Ranseur Boy" also showed up,
and managed to push both Rowan and Rose into the concealed pit. All
looked lost until Quintus recklessly leapt the pit and grappled
Ranseur Boy, giving Rowan and Rose time to get out of the pit.
After that, it was all clean up, so to speak. The enemy ran –
including Ranseur Boy – and we discovered Mathrax trapped in
Drusilla's grasp, a dagger at his throat. While we attempted to sort
out that mess, Rose set fire to Mathrax's library, destroying quite
possibly the greatest treasure trove of arcane knowledge we had ever
seen. My brother – caught up in the passion of revenge – didn't even
blink. As the fire spread, Rose, Cragin and Quintus stood and
heatedly debated the finer points of maiming and crippling our
captive – whether to shatter his hands or sever them, whether or not
to cut off his feet. My companion's thirst for dismemberment and
torture frankly disgusts me, but I've had more than one look at the
dark side that my brother normally keeps hidden from view. With Lew
gone, I fear that we have lost our moral compass.
We left the Shadowblades lair without searching Mathrax's study,
without finding his spell books, without even attempting to gather
treasure. We fear that our captive may be an imposter, that Drusilla
may be enspelled or an imposter also. I no longer care. I just want
out of these damn sewers. Ahead, I smell the ocean. Perhaps we will
finally be clean once again.
Hope you liked it!
~ Old One
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