Company of the Random Encounter ('complete' 14 Nov 2004)

[Mantreus]

"Mantreus' sorcerous powers grew wild and uncontrollable. He was lost in a storm of chaos-magic, torn from this world and thrown into the infinite planes. Perhaps he survived: strange things happened around that one.

Ahh... most distressing it was

 

[Capellan]

Hope your personal stuff all worked out okay.

It did That's actually part of the reason the Story Hour is over -- some of the changes, while very cool, mean that I'm no longer going to be able to run the campaign. I could have posted for a while longer, but the story still wouldn't have had a proper conclusion, so there seemed little point.

I will, however, dig up and post some photos of the ubercool model of Brightstone Keep that the Padre's player made.

And yes, they really did get totally stomped in that fight

 

[The Padre]

"What of the Padre?"

"What?" the Lorekeeper started from his reverie, "Oh ... the Padre." He paused, as if searching for the right words, "He never found the men who killed his father, but he found peace, and a new family, and he was content."

When it became clear the older man would say no more, the acolyte gathered up his quill and ink and walked quietly to the door. Reaching it, he turned back,

"The Grace of St Cuthbert be with you, Lorekeeper."

"And with you, my son." The old man did not turn from the fire as the boy walked away. He stared on into the flames, remembering dark times and brave comrades, and the many years that had passed him since.

And he was content.

The Padre was never one much to write, even in his twilight years.

At least Twinkle never heard what he really thought of her......

Dave

 

[Graywolf-ELM]

I'm sorry to see it go, but understand. Thank you for sharing the adventure with us here.

GW

 

[Jon Potter]

I'm going to chime in with my own regrets at seeing this Story Hour come to an abrupt end. It's one of a handful that I really enjoyed start-to-finish.

Quite fun while it lasted.

Thanks.

 

[threshel]

I am sorry to see this one go, but it's been a great read. I hope that you still find the time to play, even if it's not this campaign, and even if you can't write it all down for us.

J

 

[Peterson]

The acolyte put down his quill, and stared in frustration at the last words - ink still drying - on the page before him.

"That can't be it!" he protested, "It just ends in the middle!"

The monastery's ancient lorekeeper looked up his seat near the warmth of the fire,

"Not everything goes as planned, child." His voice is dry and dusty, "The bard Macwood, who wrote these tales, left the Company not long after. His family called on him, and he went to aid them, in a distant land far from these shores."

Wow. While I echo the regret that this fun, and well-wrote tail has come to an end, at least you took the time to end it in an equally well-wrote and thought-out manner. Thank you.

"What of the Padre?"

"What?" the Lorekeeper started from his reverie, "Oh ... the Padre." He paused, as if searching for the right words, "He never found the men who killed his father, but he found peace, and a new family, and he was content."

When it became clear the older man would say no more, the acolyte gathered up his quill and ink and walked quietly to the door. Reaching it, he turned back,

"The Grace of St Cuthbert be with you, Lorekeeper."

"And with you, my son." The old man did not turn from the fire as the boy walked away. He stared on into the flames, remembering dark times and brave comrades, and the many years that had passed him since.

And he was content.

As is I, good Padre, as is I. Farewell.

Peterson

 

[Mantreus]

At least Twinkle never heard what he really thought of her......

Or did she? Mantreus always had a slightly mischievous streak... and now that he's in between realities, you'll never know what he might get up to

I'm more than a bit sad to see this one go. It was my first D&D campaign in a very long time, and Capellan is an exceptional DM. The Padre, Twinkle, Macwood and Briar were all characters that had a real substance to them. In fact all the players brought a certain something of themselves to the table, which always made it extremely entertaining. Twinkle buying an eye patch and pretending to be a pirate, and putting on two eye patches and being a blind pirate... Mantreus getting chatted up by an extra-planar hottie... and the never ending search for loot...

Plot hook: "I'll give you 500 gold to do <insert dangerous mission here>."
CotRE (in unison): "Each?"

...became an on going joke.

*sigh*

 

[Twinkle]

Yay! I survived!! Pity no one got to hear about our *evil* exploits, but gosh, did we have fun. And some of us were even really evil! It was a good ending, though. The Padre deserved to be content in the end.

I am also very sad this campaign ended. Capellan is an awesome GM and a brilliant writer and I enjoyed being Twinkle! Just reading his posts always cheered me up and I'm sure they had the same effect on all the people reading this story hour. The games really were as fun as they sounded and I will be sorry to see the CotRE group go. Yay for Capellan!

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Hm. Put me in the "enjoyed it while it lasted" catagory. Very well done.

When, precisely, did the playing end?