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So here's another question: How did you decide to play in Northern Kalamar?
So here's another question: How did you decide to play in Northern Kalamar?
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Northern Tales (Kalamar)
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Wicht
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I decided to play in northern Kalamar because
1) I really like Kalamar and use it for all my campaigns.
2) I wanted to play some games with snow and chilling winds
As to how often we play, we haven’t actually played in about a month and I don’t know how often this actual group will play in the future. However I am about three sessions behind in the story hour (two full tales) and I have structured it in such a way that I can continue the story-line of the campaign with a different mix of players (which I may end up doing).
1) I really like Kalamar and use it for all my campaigns.
2) I wanted to play some games with snow and chilling winds
As to how often we play, we haven’t actually played in about a month and I don’t know how often this actual group will play in the future. However I am about three sessions behind in the story hour (two full tales) and I have structured it in such a way that I can continue the story-line of the campaign with a different mix of players (which I may end up doing).
Wicht
Hero
Black Waters – Part 6
Minlion stumbled backwards as the line of acid hit him in the chest and splashed on his hands and face. The dragon, before anyone could react had flipped around and dove out of sight into the water. As the acid continued to burn at his armor and skin, Minlion hurriedly plunged himself down into the lake and then back up, quenching the acid.
“Out of the lake,” shouted Leesarel to Minlion, “Durunak, get that sheep!”
“Aye lass,” said Durunak moving to comply.
The sheep, wiser perhaps than its two legged owners, had beat a hasty retreat when the dragons had first attacked and was standing some fifty feet away from the lake. Fortunately it still had Durunak’s rope tied around its neck and so Durunak, instead of chasing the sheep, sensibly located the end of the rope and grabbed that instead.
Armed once more with potential bait, Durunak moved over to where the others were grouped at the water’s edge.
“Well, what…” began Durunak, but he did not get to finish his question.
Some thirty feet away, the small dragon head once more had reared out of the water and had once more breathed its caustic acid. The acid flew straight at Minlion, striking him on his arm.
As the acid instantly burned through Minlion’s tunic and into his skin, Minlion reacted by yelling in pain. Zurmak reacted a bit more practically and instantly loosed off an arrow at the small black target. The dragon’s head, all that was above the water, was too small a target and the arrow missed. The dragon once more disappeared under the black surface of the lake.
“Those things can breathe that acid that far?” asked Durunak in astonishment.
“Evidently so,” said Hulmar dryly.
“Everybody back!” shouted Durunak but the words were unnecessary. The companions were all struggling to put more distance between themselves and the calm but deadly waters.
“I wonder of Dragon acid can affect other dragons,” mused Leesarel as they continued to move further away from the lake, and then remembering Minlion she moved over to look at his injuries, “I had better take care of that.”
Leesarel prayed and then laid her hands on Minlion. Instantly, the worst of his wounds closed over and healed themselves. Examining her other companions, Leesarel saw that Zurmak and Durunak were also injured. Durunak argued that his cousin should be healed first and so Leesarel complied and prayed and healed Zurmak instead of Durunak.
Then, when Leesarel had no more prepared healing spells, the companions began to argue about what to do next. Hulmar it turned out was in favor of leaving outright.
“We killed one dragon already,” he was saying, “We take the body back, show it to them and collect our pay.”
“Yeah,” said Bo, “We could do that.”
“That seems dishonest somehow,” said Leesarel, “The dragon is still a danger.”
“Argh, I say we stay and finish the job,” said Durunak, “We can take this thing.”
“I want to stay as well,” said Zurmak, “We don’t want to have to lie about there being no more dragons and we know this one is here now.”
Leesarel looked up at the sun. It was a little bit after noon.
“We should stay for a few hours longer anyway,” said Leesarel, “There’s no hurry to get back and we should kill this second dragon.”
“Well, let’s throw this sheep in the water and see if we can get that dragon back where we can kill it,” said Zurmak.
“We need to break it’s legs,” said Durunak, “That way it can’t run away again.”
“That’s not nice,” said Leesarel.
“Watch me do it,” said Durunak, picking up a huge rock with which to slam against the sheeps legs.
“No!” said Leesarel heatedly, moving to grab the rock from the dwarf. The sheep, its nerves already a little frayed, sensing conflict again, began to move away from the comotion. Zurmak moved to grab the sheep. The sheep began kicking and Zurmak was forced to put its neck in a hold to keep it still.
Bo and Minlion were laughing at the sheep’s antics and at the fight over a rock between Leesarel and Durunak. Leesarel finally managed to wrest the rock away and threw it on the ground.
“Fine!” said Durunak, “I can get another.”
“Oh for goodness…” muttered Hulmar as he drew out his bow, “Let’s just kill the sheep and get it over with. Sheep steaks sound good for lunch.”
“No! The poor sheep does not need to be killed.” shouted Leesarel, turning on her cousin as he nocked an arrow and prepared to fire it at the sheep.
Startled, Hulmar loosed the arrow, which flew over the sheep’s back.
“Hey!” protested Zurmak, still holding the sheep.
“Watch me,” said Bo with a grin and he fired an arrow neatly into the sheep. The sheep convulsed and then, kicking one final time, fell to its knees dead.
“That,” said Leesarel angrily, “was unnecessary.”
But the brief ruccus had broken some of the companion’s tensions and there was no more talk of leaving.
“Let’s get the bait in the water then,” said Zurmak, heaving the sheep onto his shoulder and marching it down to the lake edge. Standing just in the water, he heaved the still bleeding carcass some five feet out into the lake, where it bobbed sadly.
“Here dragon,” called Hulmar, “want some fresh mutton!” The others, even Leesarel, laughed and they readied their weapons to see if the dragon would take the bait.
Time slowly passed, first in seconds and then in minutes. And then…
The dragon reared it’s head out of the water from about twenty feet away and breathed a line of acid at Zurmak. Zurmak rolled away, missing the brunt of the attack, but still getting splashed with the burning liquid. Bo and Hulmar quickly loosed arrows at the small black target and then once more the dragon was gone.
Frustrated the companions once more moved away from the lake. The dragon, it appeared, did not like their bait.
Minlion stumbled backwards as the line of acid hit him in the chest and splashed on his hands and face. The dragon, before anyone could react had flipped around and dove out of sight into the water. As the acid continued to burn at his armor and skin, Minlion hurriedly plunged himself down into the lake and then back up, quenching the acid.
“Out of the lake,” shouted Leesarel to Minlion, “Durunak, get that sheep!”
“Aye lass,” said Durunak moving to comply.
The sheep, wiser perhaps than its two legged owners, had beat a hasty retreat when the dragons had first attacked and was standing some fifty feet away from the lake. Fortunately it still had Durunak’s rope tied around its neck and so Durunak, instead of chasing the sheep, sensibly located the end of the rope and grabbed that instead.
Armed once more with potential bait, Durunak moved over to where the others were grouped at the water’s edge.
“Well, what…” began Durunak, but he did not get to finish his question.
Some thirty feet away, the small dragon head once more had reared out of the water and had once more breathed its caustic acid. The acid flew straight at Minlion, striking him on his arm.
As the acid instantly burned through Minlion’s tunic and into his skin, Minlion reacted by yelling in pain. Zurmak reacted a bit more practically and instantly loosed off an arrow at the small black target. The dragon’s head, all that was above the water, was too small a target and the arrow missed. The dragon once more disappeared under the black surface of the lake.
“Those things can breathe that acid that far?” asked Durunak in astonishment.
“Evidently so,” said Hulmar dryly.
“Everybody back!” shouted Durunak but the words were unnecessary. The companions were all struggling to put more distance between themselves and the calm but deadly waters.
“I wonder of Dragon acid can affect other dragons,” mused Leesarel as they continued to move further away from the lake, and then remembering Minlion she moved over to look at his injuries, “I had better take care of that.”
Leesarel prayed and then laid her hands on Minlion. Instantly, the worst of his wounds closed over and healed themselves. Examining her other companions, Leesarel saw that Zurmak and Durunak were also injured. Durunak argued that his cousin should be healed first and so Leesarel complied and prayed and healed Zurmak instead of Durunak.
Then, when Leesarel had no more prepared healing spells, the companions began to argue about what to do next. Hulmar it turned out was in favor of leaving outright.
“We killed one dragon already,” he was saying, “We take the body back, show it to them and collect our pay.”
“Yeah,” said Bo, “We could do that.”
“That seems dishonest somehow,” said Leesarel, “The dragon is still a danger.”
“Argh, I say we stay and finish the job,” said Durunak, “We can take this thing.”
“I want to stay as well,” said Zurmak, “We don’t want to have to lie about there being no more dragons and we know this one is here now.”
Leesarel looked up at the sun. It was a little bit after noon.
“We should stay for a few hours longer anyway,” said Leesarel, “There’s no hurry to get back and we should kill this second dragon.”
“Well, let’s throw this sheep in the water and see if we can get that dragon back where we can kill it,” said Zurmak.
“We need to break it’s legs,” said Durunak, “That way it can’t run away again.”
“That’s not nice,” said Leesarel.
“Watch me do it,” said Durunak, picking up a huge rock with which to slam against the sheeps legs.
“No!” said Leesarel heatedly, moving to grab the rock from the dwarf. The sheep, its nerves already a little frayed, sensing conflict again, began to move away from the comotion. Zurmak moved to grab the sheep. The sheep began kicking and Zurmak was forced to put its neck in a hold to keep it still.
Bo and Minlion were laughing at the sheep’s antics and at the fight over a rock between Leesarel and Durunak. Leesarel finally managed to wrest the rock away and threw it on the ground.
“Fine!” said Durunak, “I can get another.”
“Oh for goodness…” muttered Hulmar as he drew out his bow, “Let’s just kill the sheep and get it over with. Sheep steaks sound good for lunch.”
“No! The poor sheep does not need to be killed.” shouted Leesarel, turning on her cousin as he nocked an arrow and prepared to fire it at the sheep.
Startled, Hulmar loosed the arrow, which flew over the sheep’s back.
“Hey!” protested Zurmak, still holding the sheep.
“Watch me,” said Bo with a grin and he fired an arrow neatly into the sheep. The sheep convulsed and then, kicking one final time, fell to its knees dead.
“That,” said Leesarel angrily, “was unnecessary.”
But the brief ruccus had broken some of the companion’s tensions and there was no more talk of leaving.
“Let’s get the bait in the water then,” said Zurmak, heaving the sheep onto his shoulder and marching it down to the lake edge. Standing just in the water, he heaved the still bleeding carcass some five feet out into the lake, where it bobbed sadly.
“Here dragon,” called Hulmar, “want some fresh mutton!” The others, even Leesarel, laughed and they readied their weapons to see if the dragon would take the bait.
Time slowly passed, first in seconds and then in minutes. And then…
The dragon reared it’s head out of the water from about twenty feet away and breathed a line of acid at Zurmak. Zurmak rolled away, missing the brunt of the attack, but still getting splashed with the burning liquid. Bo and Hulmar quickly loosed arrows at the small black target and then once more the dragon was gone.
Frustrated the companions once more moved away from the lake. The dragon, it appeared, did not like their bait.
Wicht
Hero
Black Waters – Part 7
The companions stared in frustration at the placid dark waters of the lake. The sheep’s carcass floated morosely, a piece of bait that was not working. Somewhere out there they knew swam one more small black dragon, but how to get it they had not a clue.
For his part, the small black dragon Xar’kalt watched the companions in frustration and anger. Lying still and unseen behind some lake grass, the black dragons eyes barely cleared the surface of the lake some 100 feet away from the six warriors. A part of Xar’kalt’s mind wanted revenge for the death of his sister. A larger and more practical part of his mind wanted these dangerous interlopers to leave him (and his rather small collection of treasure) in peace. The small dragon however did not have a clue on how to get them to leave.
And then one of them, one of the short, partially furry ones started to move towards the water. Smiling to himself Xar’kalt slipped under the water and began to gracefully swim towards the beach.
“What are you doing,” Leesarel asked Durunak as he began trudging towards the shoreline.
“I want my rope back,” huffed the shaggy dwarf, “I ain’t going to leave it tied to that piece of wool forever.”
The dwarf stopped and gazed around at the lake water carefully, pulling out his great axe at the same time. Then, seeing nothing, he began wadding out to where the sheep was. The body was now about ten feet away from the shore. The water there was only about three or four feet deep and so the dwarf was unafraid of drowning. Determined to move quickly, he reached the body and began to work at the wet knot around the sheeps neck.
It was then that Xar’kalt struck. Not bothering to clear the water and use his acid, the small dragon instead lunged at Durunak’s leg. The small but sharp teeth tore into the dwarf. The taste of blood excited the small dragon but he did not get another chance to attack. The dwarf, not completely taken by surprise managed to quickly recover from the shock of being attacked. Ignoring the pain, Durunak hefted his axe and cleaved into the water at the black lithe body. He could barely make out the black dragon in the dark waters but his aim was still true. He could feel his axe connect and then, a moment later he felt the dragon moving away from him in the water and saw a flicker of shadow under the dark surface of the water.
Durunak did not wait for the dragon to return again, nor did he bother to finish untying the knot in the water. Instead he grabbed at the noose around the sheep’s neck and began pulling the body through the water towards the shore.
The threw the sheep back into the water after Durunak untied the knot, but some minutes later they were ready to try something else.
“Its just not taking the bait,” said Leesarel dejectedly.
“No, its not,” said Hulmar, easing up on his bow and resheathing the arrow he had been holding in readiness for the last twenty minutes or so.
“We ought to use Durunak as bait,” said Leesarel with a grin, “The dragon seemed to go for him.”
Durunak grinned ruefully and then a second later really began to grin.
“We could get a boat,” said Zurmak helpfully.
“And use you as a paddle,” said Hulmar.
“Wait,” Durunak, “Leesarel’s right with her idea of bait. It goes for us everytime.”
“Yeah!” said Zurmak, “I’m tired of waiting for it.” and with that Zurmak began to march towards the lake, axe at the ready.
“Wait…,” said Leesarel, not entirely sure she liked the idea of using party members as bait.
But Zurmak was already in the lake water, wading out and Durunak was following behind, five feet to his cousins right. Zurmak paused about ten feet from the water’s edge, where the water came up to his chest. Durunak stopped at the same point. With a nod, Minlion moved to join the two dwarfs, five feet to Zurmak’s left. With a sigh Leesarel nocked an arrow.
She did not have to wait long. With a shriek the small dragon reared its head about five feet to Minlion’s left. The elves did not hesitate. Both Leesarel and Hulmar let fly an arrow. And both missed.
The dragon breathed its acid at Minlion, who dove down under the water to avoid it. The acid struck the water and dispersed. Unfortunately for Minlion, the acid was not diluted enough as he rose up from the water. The acid stung at his skin and scalp as he stood once more.
“Back up!” shouted Durunak to Minlion and Zurmak as he began to move once more towards the shoreline, but the other two fighters did not listen, instead holding their ground and moving in closer to the dragon. Three more arrows skipped into the water around the small black dragon as the archers on the shore fired and then the dragon was charging through the water at Minlion.
The human fighter held the dragon back behind his shield as he looked for an opening. Zurmak charged in to help Minlion and the dragon shrieked in rage as it sought to avoid both axe and sword. But even as it moved down and into the water, considering the idea of fleeing this fight, Minlion stabbed into its shoulder with his sword.
Xar’kalt paused a moment in disbelieve as it was once more wounded, and then through a haze of rage it saw the other dwarf floundering wildly through the water, the huge axe lifted high above its head. In wonder it realized for a moment that the shaggy dward was almost literally foaming at the mouth and then the axe descended and the young black dragon saw no more.
“Hack it’s head off,” said Zurmak as the dragon collapsed unmoving into the lake, its body floating just on top of the water. Minlion moved back, out of the way and Durunak complied, severing the small black head from the thin black scaled body with a single stroke
“Good job cousin,” said Zurmak with a smile as he, Minlion and Durunak waded toward the shore, Durunak dragging the dragon’s body behind him.
“Thanks,” said Durunak, breathing heavily as he recovered from his adrenaline boosting battle rage.
The six companions silently and competently got ready to leave the black waters of the lake behind them.
It was Zurmak who had the last word as the left, Dragons bodies and all, “I think,” he said, one of the dragons draped over his shoulder “I think I would really like a pony to ride.” Durunak, worn out, but still carrying the other dragon on his shoulder, was silent. He was too tired to argue.
The companions stared in frustration at the placid dark waters of the lake. The sheep’s carcass floated morosely, a piece of bait that was not working. Somewhere out there they knew swam one more small black dragon, but how to get it they had not a clue.
For his part, the small black dragon Xar’kalt watched the companions in frustration and anger. Lying still and unseen behind some lake grass, the black dragons eyes barely cleared the surface of the lake some 100 feet away from the six warriors. A part of Xar’kalt’s mind wanted revenge for the death of his sister. A larger and more practical part of his mind wanted these dangerous interlopers to leave him (and his rather small collection of treasure) in peace. The small dragon however did not have a clue on how to get them to leave.
And then one of them, one of the short, partially furry ones started to move towards the water. Smiling to himself Xar’kalt slipped under the water and began to gracefully swim towards the beach.
“What are you doing,” Leesarel asked Durunak as he began trudging towards the shoreline.
“I want my rope back,” huffed the shaggy dwarf, “I ain’t going to leave it tied to that piece of wool forever.”
The dwarf stopped and gazed around at the lake water carefully, pulling out his great axe at the same time. Then, seeing nothing, he began wadding out to where the sheep was. The body was now about ten feet away from the shore. The water there was only about three or four feet deep and so the dwarf was unafraid of drowning. Determined to move quickly, he reached the body and began to work at the wet knot around the sheeps neck.
It was then that Xar’kalt struck. Not bothering to clear the water and use his acid, the small dragon instead lunged at Durunak’s leg. The small but sharp teeth tore into the dwarf. The taste of blood excited the small dragon but he did not get another chance to attack. The dwarf, not completely taken by surprise managed to quickly recover from the shock of being attacked. Ignoring the pain, Durunak hefted his axe and cleaved into the water at the black lithe body. He could barely make out the black dragon in the dark waters but his aim was still true. He could feel his axe connect and then, a moment later he felt the dragon moving away from him in the water and saw a flicker of shadow under the dark surface of the water.
Durunak did not wait for the dragon to return again, nor did he bother to finish untying the knot in the water. Instead he grabbed at the noose around the sheep’s neck and began pulling the body through the water towards the shore.
The threw the sheep back into the water after Durunak untied the knot, but some minutes later they were ready to try something else.
“Its just not taking the bait,” said Leesarel dejectedly.
“No, its not,” said Hulmar, easing up on his bow and resheathing the arrow he had been holding in readiness for the last twenty minutes or so.
“We ought to use Durunak as bait,” said Leesarel with a grin, “The dragon seemed to go for him.”
Durunak grinned ruefully and then a second later really began to grin.
“We could get a boat,” said Zurmak helpfully.
“And use you as a paddle,” said Hulmar.
“Wait,” Durunak, “Leesarel’s right with her idea of bait. It goes for us everytime.”
“Yeah!” said Zurmak, “I’m tired of waiting for it.” and with that Zurmak began to march towards the lake, axe at the ready.
“Wait…,” said Leesarel, not entirely sure she liked the idea of using party members as bait.
But Zurmak was already in the lake water, wading out and Durunak was following behind, five feet to his cousins right. Zurmak paused about ten feet from the water’s edge, where the water came up to his chest. Durunak stopped at the same point. With a nod, Minlion moved to join the two dwarfs, five feet to Zurmak’s left. With a sigh Leesarel nocked an arrow.
She did not have to wait long. With a shriek the small dragon reared its head about five feet to Minlion’s left. The elves did not hesitate. Both Leesarel and Hulmar let fly an arrow. And both missed.
The dragon breathed its acid at Minlion, who dove down under the water to avoid it. The acid struck the water and dispersed. Unfortunately for Minlion, the acid was not diluted enough as he rose up from the water. The acid stung at his skin and scalp as he stood once more.
“Back up!” shouted Durunak to Minlion and Zurmak as he began to move once more towards the shoreline, but the other two fighters did not listen, instead holding their ground and moving in closer to the dragon. Three more arrows skipped into the water around the small black dragon as the archers on the shore fired and then the dragon was charging through the water at Minlion.
The human fighter held the dragon back behind his shield as he looked for an opening. Zurmak charged in to help Minlion and the dragon shrieked in rage as it sought to avoid both axe and sword. But even as it moved down and into the water, considering the idea of fleeing this fight, Minlion stabbed into its shoulder with his sword.
Xar’kalt paused a moment in disbelieve as it was once more wounded, and then through a haze of rage it saw the other dwarf floundering wildly through the water, the huge axe lifted high above its head. In wonder it realized for a moment that the shaggy dward was almost literally foaming at the mouth and then the axe descended and the young black dragon saw no more.
“Hack it’s head off,” said Zurmak as the dragon collapsed unmoving into the lake, its body floating just on top of the water. Minlion moved back, out of the way and Durunak complied, severing the small black head from the thin black scaled body with a single stroke
“Good job cousin,” said Zurmak with a smile as he, Minlion and Durunak waded toward the shore, Durunak dragging the dragon’s body behind him.
“Thanks,” said Durunak, breathing heavily as he recovered from his adrenaline boosting battle rage.
The six companions silently and competently got ready to leave the black waters of the lake behind them.
It was Zurmak who had the last word as the left, Dragons bodies and all, “I think,” he said, one of the dragons draped over his shoulder “I think I would really like a pony to ride.” Durunak, worn out, but still carrying the other dragon on his shoulder, was silent. He was too tired to argue.
Broccli_Head
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Wicht said:
Brilliant!
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