Pogre's Story Hour - with Pics of Minis & Scenery (Final Update)

Nice! And Shannon, forsaking the 2-h sword for the worship of the gawds? Nothing like a clout on the head and a Near Death Experience to bring one closer to God ;)

Edit: Didn't mean to imply he has to give up the big sword, there are plenty of gods who protect the innocent and smite evil with a big honkin' sword :cool: And Shannon will be (presumably) multi-classed as a fighter, so he can pretty much choose a weapon to suit his mood :)
 
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HEY! I recognize this adventure!

Oh, this is gonna get ugly...

EDIT: How about a map of the area? (When the story calls for it...)


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Shannon's Conversion

Shannon’s Conversion
Pogre’s campaign – To Save a Soul

Shannon decided to take a level in Cleric at second level. This conversion to the faith of Rhylya is explained by Greg who runs Shannon:

Shannon’s mother died at an early age, and when Shannon was a young boy he wandered with his grandmother in the wooded hills of above his village. As he grew older, he contemplated the sky, the trees and the wonder of animals' designs.

Although his grandmother was a devout follower of Rhylya and Opheria, he was a nonbeliever, having been raised mainly by his father, who rejected religion as a waste of time and embraced drink instead. As he hiked through the trees and glades, his grandmother would tell Shannon that the beauty, strength and cycle of life all flowed from the river of Rhylya's goodness. He remained unmoved until on his 12th birthday, his grandmother invited Shannon to take a longer hike than usual.

They hiked up over the hills and down into the next valley and over the next hills and into the following valley, through which Shannon had never traveled before. His grandmother had called it Stonehall Valley, a sacred place of the goddess Rhylya. The morning had completely passed by, and Shannon could see a ring of stones that they were approaching, when suddenly his grandmother collapsed, and gasped "My heart! I've used my last strength to get here!"

Shannon was aghast and new not what to do. He fell weeping over the old woman, who usually had so much vitality (and pith) and cried, "What can I do to save Gram?"

The old woman clasped his hand and whispered, "You must carry me to within the Stonering and then pray we must pray with all our faith and fervor that the Goddess Rhylya will intercede and heal my broken and decrepit heart!"

Shannon heaved her up onto his shoulder and hobbled the last 50 yards to the ring. Shannon set down the old woman down next to a stone and he lay with arms out face down on the earth in the center of the ring, begging and pleading aloud for Rhylya to heal the old woman's broken heart. He cried that if only She could heal poor, stricken Gram he would dedicate his life to Her goodness, at which point, Gram jumped up and cried, "I'm healed!"

She whipped off a prayer of thanks to Rhylya, and a quick one to Opheria and immediately began to tell a much more attentive Shannon about the virtues of the Goddess Rhylya. They fasted that day and night and a converted Shannon hiked back the next day with Gram, who seemed never to have been ill at all considering the great pace at which she now hiked. She smiled all the way as she went on at length about how Shannon needed only to take Rhylya into his heart to be saved, as she had been.

For quite some time, Shannon was a changed lad. First believing unquestionably that he would enter the priesthood, and then at least toying with the idea, he was very devout. But as time wore on, he began to think less about goddesses and more about girls and adventure, and he put the idea on the back burner.

That is, until his 19th birthday.

Whether he had witnessed the healing power of Rhylya with his own eyes 7 years ago, or whether his grandmother was a cunning and manipulative wench who tricked him believing he had, no one may ever know; but seeing the circle of stones on his 19th birthday on his latest adventure, was too much for Shannon. He swore then and there that at the earliest opportunity, he would become join the priesthood of Rhylya. And for good or ill, that is just what he did.

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Old Shannon – Human Fighter

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New Shannon as a Fighter/Cleric.


Notes: *Thanks to Greg for providing this background for Shannon.

*You will notice in the early part of the next installment that we are still using the “old” Shannon miniature. That is because I did not finish the new figure on time. Just as with this installment I was one adventure behind. Changing character figures is something we do to signify level changes or new career paths from time to time.
 



Episode 16

Episode 16
Pogre’s campaign – To Save a Soul

“I have been called to serve Rhylya,” Shannon began slowly. “This has been in my heart for some time, but it has come to fruition after our latest experiences. SHE has called me to HER service, but I do not know my purpose yet. For now, I will follow the path with you, if you will have me.”

“Man, I feel like a pilgrim with all these priests around,” Johann quipped.

Bridget let out a half squeal for joy and said, “Oh, how wonderful Johann!” She embraced him with a hug. “You know the Earth Mother is very dear to my heart; After all, she is Opheria’s mother.”

“That’s lovely, but we need to get ourselves going,” Johann stated. “I’m glad to see you still have the two-handed great sword. That’s the kind of holy message I can appreciate.”

“Congratulations Shannon,” Scapa said. “You look happy and that is important. I’m very relieved you are going with us. And considering our recent melees another priest in the pack is a very good thing.”

The group agreed they would take the White Stallion coaching line most of the way up and the walk the remaining distance to the Old Watch Tower. Following some preliminary investigations they learned the location of the Old Watch Tower and headed out.



The group left the Coaching Inn and began the ten or so mile walk to the tower. They found the road leading west to the tower and a brand new bridge that had been constructed over the Northern River. Haphazardly talking about their encounter with the dragon they failed to see what laid in wait for them.

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Orc Ambush.

Scapa was the first to notice something was “not quite right”. As his companions turned to ask him what he meant a band of orcs hung back in the nearby woods.

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Orc view from the woods.

On command from their war chief the orcs sprung into action catching the party off guard.

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Orc ambush is sprung.

Three of the beasts attacked Johann. Shannon quickly came to the fighter’s aid, however, slamming into one of the belligerent humanoids.

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Fighters holding off the orcs.

The fighters were doing their best to hold on, but they were taking some damage from the orcs. Johann managed to swing wide and gut one of the enemy. This momentary respite was spoiled though by the orc war chief charging in his place. Bridget, seeing Johann taking on multiple opponents, rushed in to occupy the war chief.

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Orc boss arrives.

Johann felt a heavy blow hit his back shoulder from the war chief’s blade. Although, the blow was a glancing one, he could feel it’s might. Shannon and his opponent traded shots, and both had blood running down their faces. Both would wipe the crimson from their eyes as they sought to give their opponent one big shot.

The War Chief took another swipe at Johann, but missed badly. The big orc recovered, but not before Bridget gave him some salt. Johann thrusted up through the chief’s sternum, lifting the orc off the ground momentarily, and then withdrew his blade. The giant orc seemed to follow Johann’s blade as he fell to the ground, his heart cut in two.

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Orc war chief slain.

As the orc chief expired a deep, guttural, primal scream rose from behind Johann and Bridget.

To be continued…
 
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Episode 17

Episode 17
Pogre’s campaign – To Save a Soul

Scapa dug his sword deep into the orc’s abdomen and let out a war cry that even startled his allies. He rushed forward and stabbed deep into another orc and then turned his blade on the remaining enemy. Swirling around the battlefield like a possessed reaper he mowed the enemy down.

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Scapa’s rampage.

“Wow!” Johann exclaimed. “First, one of our fighter starts worshipping trees and now are sorcerer turns into a friggin’ barbarian.”

Scapa let his blade drop to admire his handiwork. He gave his compatriots a shrug and meekly said, “I guess we should push on.”

Johann was searching the orcs over. He found that the war chief had a strange medallion and one of the orcs was branded.

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“Hey, what is this?” Johann asked.

Bridget moved over to take a look and said, “I do not know, I cannot recall seeing it before.”

“It looks like a holy symbol of Theta. Sign of the death god,” Shannon remarked.

“Why would an orc have that branded on their skin?” Scapa asked.

“That is a great question,” Bridget replied.

“Let’s move on,” Johann stated. “Maybe the answer is ahead.”



Nearing the tower, the group saw that it was heavily guarded. A group of soldiers came out to greet them. The adventurers were welcomed and given a bath. They met with Inquisitor Luke Praketon at dinner and then were briefed the following morning.

Lukas Praketon told them, “When we hacked our way to this tower about a month ago we expected to find a small force. It was not. A group of brigands, humanoids, and thugs had taken up residence here. After a savage battle, in which a few of my men died, we captured the tower. I am ashamed to admit Frendais Hert escaped with a handful of thugs. Two bounty hunters who had followed my troops for hire set out after them. That was three weeks ago. These were experienced men and I fear the worst.”

He explained that Frendais Hert was an evil wizard he had been chasing for years. He then unfurled a map and pointed to an abandoned manor house in the middle of the swamp. “I believe this ungodly band has headed here (he pointed to Kleston Manor). Years ago there was a sizeable manor here owned by Farwyn Kleston. I am authorizing you to investigate this site. Return with the bounty hunters or their bodies if possible and report back here to me. You may take as many supplies as you deem necessary for the journey. The doctor has also prepared some things for you.”

Doctor Sertrig then stood up and addressed the group. The Doctor issued a warning about the rise of diseases in the swamp. He pauses and asks if they have heard of the great plague. He then said, “Perhaps you have heard the old children’s rhyme:

Ring around the rosie,
Pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!

This rhyme of course was made about the last outbreak of the great plague. It is a deadly disease that spreads very quickly and not only affects the body but the mind and soul as well. You may have noticed we had guards posted over you while you were bathing. I asked these guards to pay particular attention to your skin to see if any of you had signs of the plague. The first sign is a bright red ring around an angry boil; this of course is what the first line of the rhyme is about. If treated quickly at this point the patient may be saved. However, the disease moves very quickly and the patient rapidly goes into a catatonic state.

If death followed perhaps the disease would not be so bad. Three days after going into a deep catatonic state the afflicted rises and begins what is called the Danse Macabre by death cultists. Twirling around like a dervish the diseased patient lashes out to any they find. The result is they infect a great deal of others. The only course of action to pursue at this juncture is to kill the patient and burn their body and clothes completely.

Unfortunately, a pocket full of posies is an entirely inadequate defense against this menace so I will give you these.” The Doctor then handed over four potions to Bridget and told her they would cure most diseases encountered in the swamp, including the plague.

….

The group then set off into the swamp and after two days of travel neared the manor house. They took a circuitous route around the manor to size it up and decided to approach from the rear. As they inched closer to the manor they went through an ancient nut-tree orchard.

“Do you notice something?” Shannon asked

“What?” Scapa inquired.

“I am going to climb this Walnut to try and get a better look around,” Johann announced as he removed his armor.

“Listen,” Shannon answered to Scapa.

“I don’t hear anything,” the sorcerer responded.

“Exactly,” Shannon stated.

The group heard Johann give a cry of surprise a very large spider had descended from the tree and attacked.

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Spider attacks Johann.

to be continued…
 
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