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Here is a taste of what I have been doing today.... and how I like to torment my players......
CREATION SCHEMA
SEGMENT 345
“KLIK-KLIKKK aka HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!”
1/1/14
ARYTH 5-6, 999
The roar of the snow is deafening. The push of air before it propels the Thri-kreen even he leaps into the air and calls on the carpet to carry him. He lands on the carpet and it begins to lift him…. Then the snow comes down over him.
“oh….klik…crap.”
Snow engulfs and surrounds him. Everything goes white then black.
Cold
Very cold
Wet too
No like
The Thri-kreen fighter rogue is barely alive but is. He was caught with the very end of the wave. He rode the wave just under the surface of the avalanche. He tries to sit up but nearly blacks out once more. One of his four arms is badly broken. Most of the chitin has been completely removed. He looks to his legs. He can’t feel them. In pain, he begins to push the snow away with his three (still extremely painful) remaining arms. He stops when he picks up the scent of blood. Insectiod blood.
He begins to panic while he digs. The snow is green. “Klik! No!..... can’t be…kikik…..” his legs are twisted and broken. The carpet is twisted around the one leg.
“Klik… Can’t get…klik…any worse…I guess.”
Crunch=crunch=crunch
“oh klik crap”
He leans back and pushes some snow back onto his legs and lower body. For good measure- even his face….. so kliking cold!
Three Frost Giants and a Dire Wolf come near him. The dog whimpers and turns its head. Apparently the smell of insect juice doesn’t please its sense of smell. “eh- Here’s one. Looks dead.”
The Giants lean over and look at him. With the sword tip they nudge the kreen. Most of the pressure is on his broken arm. Through sheer force of will he doesn’t scream…. He merely passes out.
Dawn.
Arcanis can’t believe he is alive. The cold alone should have killed him. He begins to try to sit up again and hears a loud crack. His chitin is brittle from the cold and the blood has frozen between his side and the one arm.
“Stars…. Klik klik… I see…. Stars.” He slowly rolls his head to the other side. The chitin scratches and cracks from the movement. No sense doing any more moving. He may accidently strip himself of all chitin. He would be naked! Healing potions.
He feels for the bag and cannot find it. It has left him! Digging and reaching through the snow he spots the strap. Painfully… he snags the strap and begins to pull it to him. It is now he notices the yellow snow.
“I thought…klik klik…. Dire wolves stunk in general….”
With two working arms he digs in the bag. His third arm remains frozen to his side.
If a Thri-kreen could laugh…. He would.
He pops the top and throws it back.
If a Thri-kreen could cry…. He would.
The potion is frozen within the tube.
He tries to pop it out by shaking it. Nothing. He thumps one hand on it to pop it free…. Nothing.
Nearly whimpering… he places it along the broken away parts of shell. He hopes the warmth of his body will melt the potion.
That says how desperate he is.
Five minutes later, he tries to slide the contents out again. No luck. For the next ten minutes he stares at the potion…. Thinking….freezing….
Suddenly he has an incredible idea and begins to search for it. He finds it and it scares him. His sword is still strapped to his arm so as never to lose it. Strapped to the shattered and frozen arm. “oh crap….”
He tries to wiggle his arm a little. Things become fuzzy. He tries to reach to it with one of his two usable arms. They are the arms opposite of the damaged one. Several pops and cracks happen. He sees stars again.
Another five minutes later… once the stars have set in his mind… he tries something new. Normally, to activate his sword, he holds it. What if just ONE clawed finger were on the handle? Pain as he tries to turn the wrist and tap the sword hilt. He does and mentally calls on its arcane power. Fire erupts causing him to call out. The sword is under his body- buried in snow and his body.
After five minutes of searing pain, enough of the snow has melted that he can move his two frozen limbs. The one the sword is attached to remains useless. Tossing and rolling its head in pain, he tries to gently pull the strap off of the wrist. It is caught on a piece of broken chitin.
A deep sigh later…. He works it free. He wills the sword to light up again. He is stuck between holding the sword close to him for warmth or under the potion to thaw it. After a few minutes time, he tries the potion. It slides out an inch or two before refreezing. “Errrr….klikkliklikliklik,k……” He decides to suck on the exposed potion. “Terrible….tasting…. especially…klik…when frozen.”
After thawing three potions this way he works to free his shattered legs. The healing effects seem to be centered on his arms and chest. Perhaps since the legs are frozen, the blood is not flowing well there… not bringing the magic there….
Using the flaming sword, he slowly melts the snow and ice around his legs also. He thaws the carpet and wills it to fly. Nearly calling out and passing out again… he lifts and rolls his body onto the carpet and slowly floats away…….
“Heh heh…. I live…. Won’t Screecha be surprised.”
CREATION SCHEMA
SEGMENT 345
“KLIK-KLIKKK aka HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!”
1/1/14
ARYTH 5-6, 999
The roar of the snow is deafening. The push of air before it propels the Thri-kreen even he leaps into the air and calls on the carpet to carry him. He lands on the carpet and it begins to lift him…. Then the snow comes down over him.
“oh….klik…crap.”
Snow engulfs and surrounds him. Everything goes white then black.
Cold
Very cold
Wet too
No like
The Thri-kreen fighter rogue is barely alive but is. He was caught with the very end of the wave. He rode the wave just under the surface of the avalanche. He tries to sit up but nearly blacks out once more. One of his four arms is badly broken. Most of the chitin has been completely removed. He looks to his legs. He can’t feel them. In pain, he begins to push the snow away with his three (still extremely painful) remaining arms. He stops when he picks up the scent of blood. Insectiod blood.
He begins to panic while he digs. The snow is green. “Klik! No!..... can’t be…kikik…..” his legs are twisted and broken. The carpet is twisted around the one leg.
“Klik… Can’t get…klik…any worse…I guess.”
Crunch=crunch=crunch
“oh klik crap”
He leans back and pushes some snow back onto his legs and lower body. For good measure- even his face….. so kliking cold!
Three Frost Giants and a Dire Wolf come near him. The dog whimpers and turns its head. Apparently the smell of insect juice doesn’t please its sense of smell. “eh- Here’s one. Looks dead.”
The Giants lean over and look at him. With the sword tip they nudge the kreen. Most of the pressure is on his broken arm. Through sheer force of will he doesn’t scream…. He merely passes out.
Dawn.
Arcanis can’t believe he is alive. The cold alone should have killed him. He begins to try to sit up again and hears a loud crack. His chitin is brittle from the cold and the blood has frozen between his side and the one arm.
“Stars…. Klik klik… I see…. Stars.” He slowly rolls his head to the other side. The chitin scratches and cracks from the movement. No sense doing any more moving. He may accidently strip himself of all chitin. He would be naked! Healing potions.
He feels for the bag and cannot find it. It has left him! Digging and reaching through the snow he spots the strap. Painfully… he snags the strap and begins to pull it to him. It is now he notices the yellow snow.
“I thought…klik klik…. Dire wolves stunk in general….”
With two working arms he digs in the bag. His third arm remains frozen to his side.
If a Thri-kreen could laugh…. He would.
He pops the top and throws it back.
If a Thri-kreen could cry…. He would.
The potion is frozen within the tube.
He tries to pop it out by shaking it. Nothing. He thumps one hand on it to pop it free…. Nothing.
Nearly whimpering… he places it along the broken away parts of shell. He hopes the warmth of his body will melt the potion.
That says how desperate he is.
Five minutes later, he tries to slide the contents out again. No luck. For the next ten minutes he stares at the potion…. Thinking….freezing….
Suddenly he has an incredible idea and begins to search for it. He finds it and it scares him. His sword is still strapped to his arm so as never to lose it. Strapped to the shattered and frozen arm. “oh crap….”
He tries to wiggle his arm a little. Things become fuzzy. He tries to reach to it with one of his two usable arms. They are the arms opposite of the damaged one. Several pops and cracks happen. He sees stars again.
Another five minutes later… once the stars have set in his mind… he tries something new. Normally, to activate his sword, he holds it. What if just ONE clawed finger were on the handle? Pain as he tries to turn the wrist and tap the sword hilt. He does and mentally calls on its arcane power. Fire erupts causing him to call out. The sword is under his body- buried in snow and his body.
After five minutes of searing pain, enough of the snow has melted that he can move his two frozen limbs. The one the sword is attached to remains useless. Tossing and rolling its head in pain, he tries to gently pull the strap off of the wrist. It is caught on a piece of broken chitin.
A deep sigh later…. He works it free. He wills the sword to light up again. He is stuck between holding the sword close to him for warmth or under the potion to thaw it. After a few minutes time, he tries the potion. It slides out an inch or two before refreezing. “Errrr….klikkliklikliklik,k……” He decides to suck on the exposed potion. “Terrible….tasting…. especially…klik…when frozen.”
After thawing three potions this way he works to free his shattered legs. The healing effects seem to be centered on his arms and chest. Perhaps since the legs are frozen, the blood is not flowing well there… not bringing the magic there….
Using the flaming sword, he slowly melts the snow and ice around his legs also. He thaws the carpet and wills it to fly. Nearly calling out and passing out again… he lifts and rolls his body onto the carpet and slowly floats away…….
“Heh heh…. I live…. Won’t Screecha be surprised.”
Nicely done!
megamania
Hero
Nicely done!
and now for something more terrible and wrong. These Frost Giants will be killed.... and the heroes will have no remorse while doing it. One of the most powerful members has been killed..... through torture.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
not that nut case, the nut between my shoulders.
Relique du Madde
Adventurer
Error.
Does not compute.
Does not compute.
American idiomatic term: "nut" is another term for your head- brain case, skull, dome, noggin. Not in as much use since "nuts" became so popular as a term for "da family jewels".
So "wearing a nut case" means he had a helmet on.
So "wearing a nut case" means he had a helmet on.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Nut case is also a brand name fore bike helmets.
Relique du Madde
Adventurer
It didn't compute because I am used to but case meaning someone's psycho.
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