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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
JA's - The Prince's Own
- Thread starter J. Alexander
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J. Alexander
First Post
Sorry Missed it 
The piercing wail stuns everyone and the world begins to go black. You see one figure attempting to struggle against the out pouring of darkness and you sense that your making your way towards the shelter the silver light pulsing about him. As if in a dream you think you see an great red dragon take shape and begin spewing forth flame that catches both you and the figure struggling to hold back the blackness surronding .
You mind and body feel great waves of pressure and heat as is you are being both squeezed and roasted at the same time. Summoning what little strength that remains to you the goal of shelter is reached and the silver light offers some protection but the pressure and heat are just slightly abated.
The blackness and fire is too much and as the silver light begins to buckle you feel the coldness of death approaching your mind and stalking your body. The last thing before your world goes dark is the sense of several more figures surroned by golden light joining the battle and figure of an old woman leaning upon her cane stretching forth a hand and the words "I seal the doors of time and space let none enter that does not have my grace"
Okay i need everyone to roll another con check no modifers...dc 10...
The piercing wail stuns everyone and the world begins to go black. You see one figure attempting to struggle against the out pouring of darkness and you sense that your making your way towards the shelter the silver light pulsing about him. As if in a dream you think you see an great red dragon take shape and begin spewing forth flame that catches both you and the figure struggling to hold back the blackness surronding .
You mind and body feel great waves of pressure and heat as is you are being both squeezed and roasted at the same time. Summoning what little strength that remains to you the goal of shelter is reached and the silver light offers some protection but the pressure and heat are just slightly abated.
The blackness and fire is too much and as the silver light begins to buckle you feel the coldness of death approaching your mind and stalking your body. The last thing before your world goes dark is the sense of several more figures surroned by golden light joining the battle and figure of an old woman leaning upon her cane stretching forth a hand and the words "I seal the doors of time and space let none enter that does not have my grace"
Okay i need everyone to roll another con check no modifers...dc 10...
Declan
Declan crawled toward the silvery light, more terrified than he had ever been in his life. On reaching it, he curled up into the fetal position and began to sob to himself while holding his hands over his ears.
Still, the voice of the old woman penetrated every bone in his body. Her words and tone would remain with him until his dying day...however close that might actually be.
ooc: I love this game! Two natural 20's already!
Declan crawled toward the silvery light, more terrified than he had ever been in his life. On reaching it, he curled up into the fetal position and began to sob to himself while holding his hands over his ears.
Still, the voice of the old woman penetrated every bone in his body. Her words and tone would remain with him until his dying day...however close that might actually be.
ooc: I love this game! Two natural 20's already!
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Yevas' sense of failure dissipates as he suddenly realises that he does not want to die. All of his attention is focus on forcing his body to reach the light. Once there he finds there is little reprieve and he focuses on just trying to stay alive. Consequently he hardly notices the old woman's words, although they do register somewhere in his subconscious.
Scotley
Hero
Henry struggles and falters feeling life slip from him in the chaos. As the darkness and flame take him to the breaking point his mind clings to a snippet of poetry from one of the performances last night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. He wills himself toward the light first silver and then gold.
J. Alexander
First Post
Eternity seems to pass in a foul nightmare of such that you can only recall an artic chill against your heart and soul. In the dream something catches your attention, a bright sunlight filled song, speaking of courage and honor and above all duty. The song is welcoming you to join in, a struggle but something that could be beneficial as the song promises protection from powers beyond you, rewards for good service, and the chance to become what you truly have the potiential to become.
Actions please
and another roll please dc 17 with your charisma as the modifier.
Actions please
and another roll please dc 17 with your charisma as the modifier.
