Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="pogre" data-source="post: 530575" data-attributes="member: 6588">Episode 11 - CaliberAh, you see I have an advantage there. We play at my friend's house every week (Johann). He has a beautiful game room that I leave everything in. When I take figures to a convention I use an Army Transport made by New Wave Miniatures - works pretty well.Years ago my brother built a nice cabinet with glass doors and glass shelves to house all of my figures. The cabinet is well-sealed and keeps out dust nicely. All of the dungeon pieces - custom-built and mastermaze are held in large rolling drawers we got from a Hallmark shop that went out of business.Our game room has moved in recent years, but stays at the established location for years at a time. We played in my brother's game room in his basement for about 5 years. We then moved to my garage that I refinished into a game room for about 3 years. Now, we have played in Hank's new game room for the past year or so - hopefully it will stay in this location for a few more years....Episode 11Pogre’s campaign – To Save a SoulThe group came down from their rooms early the next day to meet with Turin. Turin was already waiting for them.“What did you find out?” Shannon asked eagerly.Turin smiled and pulled out a piece of paper and spread it out on the table before the group.“I take it that is not an ale recipe,” Johann commented dryly.“Uh, no. It is a map. A map I believe of Nulus’s stash. It was a common procedure among the members of the network years ago to set up a double stash. A stash for a map to your real stash. I think that’s what we have here, and the added bonus is I happen to know where this Lannington is.” Turin was simply beaming, for a Dwarf at least.“Network?” Bridget asked.“He means the thieves,” Scapa replied.“If you were willing to search this out I would pay your expenses up to 50 gold, and if you found the recipe book my offer of a thousand gold stands as well,” the Dwarf replied.The group agreed and made preparations to go.…The group approached the village of Lannington. A mud and earthen embankment had been set up around the village, although its defensive value was dubious at best. A young man appeared near a gate and watched the group warily as they approached.“What do ye’ want?” he yelled at them.“Let us in you hayseed!” Johann yelled back.“Why should I? Ye’ dirty rapscallions are ruffians of the worse sort,” the guard retorted.“We have gold to spend,” Johann replied holding a gold crown aloft. “Certainly enough to buy your mother’s favor at least.”“Go camp in the swamp then you heathen!” the guard replied with indignation straining his voice. He turned his back on the group and stepped down from the embankment.“Yet another effective parley by Johann,” Bridget said.“Shuddup and start making camp,” Johann replied.“Right here?” Shannon asked.“Sure, let’s give that kid something to do overnight,” Johann replied.The group set up camp a few hundred feet from the village’s gate.…A figure approached the group’s camp later that evening. Scapa kicked his compatriots awake and told them someone was coming out of the village towards them.The woman wore a long flowing tunic belted through with a spring cape. She wore a flower wreath on her head and had a simple leather thong necklace. She had her arms crossed across her torso as she approached. Streaks of gray were intertwined in her long dark hair that seemed to reflect the fire. She opened her palms towards the party as she introduced herself, “I am Pandilandra a cleric to the mother goddess Rhylya. I came to see if any of you were hurt or needed prayer.”The party spoke with the cleric for sometime and learned that a group of Gnolls had been plaguing the shepherds in recent weeks. She did not know much about the swamp area north of the village. She blessed the group and after having a short ecumenical talk with Bridget, she walked back into the village.…The following day the adventurers made their way up the Black Creek into the swamp north of the village. The map proved to be fairly accurate and they even found an ancient druidic circle of the old faith. They camped near the circle for the night.The next morning the party set forth into the swamp, around mid-morning they spied a dry spot coming out of the muck.The group approached the hill that was rising out of the swamp with nervous excitement. They scaled on top and found a large circular stone cover that had a hole in the middle.<img src="http://www.divinebattlelust.com/story_hour/0210_up_top_of_the_hill_th.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> <a href="http://www.divinebattlelust.com/story_hour/0210_up_top_of_the_hill.jpg" target="_blank">Group atop the hill.</a>“This has got to be it,” Scapa offered. “But what do you suppose burned that hole in the top?”“Do you hear that?” Shannon asked.“It look like some sort of acid burn,” Scapa said, answering his own question.“Shuddup for a second,” Shannon demanded. “Do you hear that?”to be continued…</blockquote>

Verification