Doom of the Savage Kings

Franko

Franko bounces around the camp eventually being drawn out into the nearby forest. He moves parallel to the stream that flows along the side of the serpent mound. Finally, he comes to a small, stagnant pool filled with the wriggling black bodies of tadpoles. He stares and stares mesmerized by the frenetic movements. Strangely if he unfocuses his eyes he can very nearly see the wriggling as words.

Then Franko loseses his balance and topples into the pool. Or rather, through the pool. He sits up, water soaking his breeches and dripping from his hair, somehow still in the pool and yet somewhere else as well. A chorus of frogs sits in front of him croaking the same refrain over and over.

"Bo bug bu bilz! Bo bug bu bilz! Bobugbubilz!"

In the darkness beyond (wait, wasn't it morning when he left?) two gleaming amphibian eyes the size of wagon wheels stare at him. The frog chorus serves as the giant frog's voice and what they have to say is simple: they offer him an exchange of power.

If he accepts Franko has vague memories of masses of frogs, strange rites, and finally of being gulped down by the giant frog and reawakening, soaked, in the pool. If Franko chooses not to accept then the chorus of frogs becomes maddeningly loud and he is gulped down by the giant frog (not a pleasant memory in either case) and awakes in the mucky pool.

Hank

Hank's experience in summoning a patron is much different than Franko's. The words of his prayer book blur into a haze of white light and when he looks up he is confronted by the judging stares of three women. He feels they are weighing the worth of his soul and it is with great relief that they nod as one. Their voices ring like the music of the spheres when they make their offer to Hank:

"We seek champions to strive against the diabolic powers, wicked gods, and forces of the outer dark that seek to tear the skein of order and undo the work of creation. Do our work and know that you serve the Three Fates!"

[sblock=OOC]I'll get an update for the whole party up as soon as I can. ENWorld has been extremely difficult lately...

Scott, accepting either of those as patrons has the same base effect (since both Franko and Hank made the same roll): You make contact with your patron and receive a mark of the patron on your face. You can cast the invoke patron spell 1/day at a +1 bonus to the spell check. When it is cast, you become indebted to your patron and they will call in the debt at some point in the future.

Hank: Just above the bridge of his nose Hank receives a small tattoo of a pair of scizzors (open), the mark of Atropos, one of the Three Fates.

Franko: Receives a large black spot like from a leopard frog. The spot seems to be in a different place on Franko's face every morning.

Note: You don't have to accept either patron; you can reject the patron with no ill effect but the week will still be gone with no chance to try again.[/sblock]
 

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both accept the fate of the patrons. I want to make a better post about it, but I am at the VA Libary right now.
 

Lizt eyed the odd mark on Franko's and Hank's faces and shook her head. Magic made folks odd ducks. She spent her time in the intervening week with Tender, studying his weaponry and his skill at arms. She wanted to get better with her blade.
 

OOC: Wasn't it hinted that Boral had a patron? Do I know what that is about or is a mystery for later?

I don't recall this. Having a patron is simply a matter of having rolled 'Patron Bond' or 'Invoke Patron' when the character's known spells were determined. If you want Boral to have a patron, though, I don't object to his having 'learned' the spell so you can have the experience, brief as it might be. You could choose a patron or I could choose one for you (sorry, Scott, I know you don't have the rules and it was easier for me to choose for you than to describe all the possibilities).
 


Seven days stretch long as if time is reluctant to leave these days behind. It is hot, the drone of cicadas rises and falls in endless cycle, and most of the group pass their days in lazy search for food. Water is plentiful and supplies scavenged from the abandoned horses' saddlebags will keep the group when they venture into the swamps. Eventually everyone is healed and ready to finish the demon-hound and save the town of Hirot.

The high ground of the forest where Hirot and the serpent mound sit gives way to a strange sunken land. Tangles of briars and withered oaks replace copse and field. Foul black mud sucks at your boots with every step. The air is warmer here, like the breath of a great beast exhaling rot upon the land and it hangs in ragged, gray mists.

After hours of struggling through the mud, avoiding the gurgling of hot springs smothered by mud, the group makes their way to the heart of the swamp, the lair of the Hound. In this foul place any hint of the sun is lost in thick gray mists, and a heavy oppression hangs in the air with the stench of sulfur springs. All the swamp seems to drain to this point, an ominous sinkhole obscured by billowing clouds of black miasma.
 

"What a nasty journey this has been. Remind me to shove my blade up a certain Jarl's rear-end when all this is said and done," Tender says.

"My my, how uncharacteristically nasty of you," Kurl replies.

"It's us trudging through the mud. It has a tendency to ruin your disposition," Boral says in excuse of Tender.

"I find it quite pleasant, actually," Kurl answers. "So how do we go about this?"

"How about the direct approach. The armored ones among us go blade first, and you spellcasters support. Why complicate things," asks Tender.

"It's not like this thing has traps or allies. Why not," agrees Boral.
 

Gratien took a long look around the mire. He opened his senses to nature and tried to discern whether anything was particularly amiss with the sinkhole. The Elf forester strung his bow, removed an arrow from his quiver, and stood idly by. Gratien didn't nock the arrow just yet; he waited to see what his eyes and ears told him first.

Lizt hung back at the rear of the group. She unsheathed her short sword and tightened the straps on her armor. Best to get herself readied before all hell broke loose.
 

Hank Studies his spells, and keeps his standby of summoning animals at the ready.


Homer checks the condition of his shortswords then keeps them in his hands at the ready.


Franko, well he dances about in his place to the music of the frogs. When they stop, he stops. He looks about at the sinkhole, his face slowly showing fear the longer time passes. Yes, even the jester has become serious.
 

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