Breakstone
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I've always loved the Polymorph spell...
Rappan Athuk: Ravage of The Unusual Heroes!
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PaynAndispare
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Popcorn ... check
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*sits back and waits for more*
Cozy seat ... check
*sits back and waits for more*
Ziona
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Blinding Illusions
The group waited patiently for Lox to inspect the door that lead from the rancid stink of the goat corpses. He was just about to choose the perfect pick for the lock, when suddenly, loud, torturous screams pierced the air.
“Oh my,” said Lox. “That doesn’t sound very good.”
“Quickly, Lox!” shouted Doc. “The villain must be on the other side of that door!”
Lox fumbled excitedly with his lockpicks, but finally managed to unlock the door without too much delay.
Doc lead the heroes rushing through the door, and as they entered they noticed how warm the air was within the room. The smell of burning flesh and brimstone hung in the humid air. In the center of the room stood a nine-foot-tall demon, who, it appeared, was torturing a human man. The creature had bat-like wings and a gigantic beaked face that resembled a vulture.
Doc strode triumphantly forward, pointed a finger at the vile creature and shouted, "I CUT DOWN YOUR GOATS!"
“What in the Abyss…” began Dent.
“The Abyss is right,” shouted Drexel. “It’s a Vrock, and it’s very powerful, and very evil!”
Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them and the room went dark. Before anyone had a chance to react, lights began to flicker and the screaming intensified. It was obvious to everyone that the man was in agony, and that the scream may be his dying breath. The sound of tearing flesh could be heard amid the squeals of terror and pain, mixed with bright swirling lights.
Ziona, unable to bear the thought of a creature being tortured, rushed forward with her longsword in hand. She swung at the Vrock and suddenly the flashing and screaming stopped. Ziona looked up and saw that the Vrock was now standing over the man, who was pinned on a table with pentagram carvings and had been cut across the chest.
However, what the rest of the party saw was quite different. They no longer heard the screaming of the man being tortured. They saw that the poor soul had his entrails strewn across the table with the pentagram carved in it. They saw that Ziona was shackled and screaming, and that the Vrock was suddenly standing over them. A door at the back of the room swung open a several feral orcs poured in.
“Lox, free Ziona of her shackles, quickly,” commanded Doc. “Venus, you and I will take the foul beast while the rest of you tackle the orcs!”
However, before Lox could make his way to Ziona, the Vrock turned and stood in his way. It’s evil smile and devilish eyes were only slightly less frightening to Lox than the fire that leapt from the beast’s nostrils.
”This reminds of one time, when I left the oven open and fire came out at me,” said Lox nervously ringing his hands together. “It singed my eyebrows and everything…” he whimpered.
The Vrock, annoyed by the sound of the halfling’s voice held out one of it’s hands and a skull magically appeared. Noticing how Lox was amazed by the trick, the Vrock crushed the skull into dust, making the halfling shudder.
Meanwhile, the Vrock’s sudden movement towards Lox allowed two feral orcs to rush towards Venus and Doc. One of the orcs slashed out at Venus, but missed. It seemed to Venus that the foul orcs were moving at a snail’s pace. Thinking that his newly found vampirism may have something to do with it, he swung his scimitar in one swift motion and hacked into the chest of the first orc.
Across the room, Drexel and Doc noticed that another orc was advancing on the shackled Ziona. As the feral orc approached, she seemed to flail and scream more loudly.
Drexel hands began contorting and waving as he started to recite the words to a spell. Then he reached out and touched Rossal and the pseudodragon disappeared from his spot near the entrance to the room. In an instant, Rossal reappeared at Ziona’s side. The pseudodragon had read Drexel’s surface thoughts, and knew that his plan was to have Rossal unlock the shackles that were binding Ziona.
Not far from Venus and Lox, Dent was using his axes to chop away at the orcs that were attacking Venus. One orc fell to the might of his battleaxe, while the other continued it’s assault.
But, as Rossal appeared, a second orc came through the door at the back of the room towards the helpless, screaming half-drow. Seeing the feral orcs, Doc nimbly tumbled by the orcs that were attacking Venus and headed towards the orcs attacking Rossal and Ziona.
“Unhand that wench!” he shouted, attacking the orc nearest Ziona.
On the other side of the room, Ziona was confused about what her party mates were doing. As far as she could see, there were no wenches in the hands of the foul orcs. There was just the man in the center of the table who was about to be slaughtered by the Vrock. Deciding she was the only one close enough to save the man, she lifted her longsword, and began to swing at the Vrock. If she were not so intent on saving the helpless man, Ziona would have noticed that Venus had disposed of the final feral orc that was attacking him, and he now had his eye on her.
At the same time, Rossal managed to free one of “Ziona’s” shackled hands, and saw that her arm went limp. Then he realized she had stopped screaming and moving altogether.
“Drexel, I think something is wrong with Ziona,” he cried.
“Grrrreeeaaat,” Drexel droned, hoping the pseudodragon was mistaken.
However, not far from where Rossal hovered, the real Ziona continued with her swing, and just as she thought it was going to connect with the beast from the Abyss, a flashing light blinded her momentarily. As her vision cleared, she saw that Lox was babbling nervously by her side about fire in the kitchen, Venus was looking at her as though he would destroy her, and the Vrock had appeared at the opposite side of the room where Rossal and Doc were.
To Doc and Rossal, the limp body that was shackled was no longer limp and no longer bound. The Vrock now stood ready to attack, where they thought their friend and ally had been. The anger-infested demon lifted his hulking hands above his head and mumbled the vicious words to a spell.
Drexel heard these words and shouted out to his companions, “It will blind you!”
Before they could react to the warning of their friend, Dent, Lox, and Venus were all stricken with blindness. The evil Vrock laughed sinisterly, then noticed Doc approaching it for an attack.
“It’s an illusion,” the Vrock said in a worried tone. “Don’t attack me!”
Doc stopped and looked around at Drexel and Ziona.
“It’s lying, Doc,” said Drexel.
“Don’t believe it’s lies,” said Ziona.
Doc looked at the demon and began to raise his scimitar, when it hissed at him,
“I know your mother lives! She is outside Greyhawk!”
Dumbfounded, Doc’s jaw swung open and he could barely respond to the creature’s comment. Before the monster had a chance to lash out at Doc, Drexel cast Magic Missile at the Vrock, but it seemed to have no effect.
Meanwhile, behind the demon, Dent groped across the wall blindly, and Lox stood with his hands on the wall, telling himself how the situation reminds him of when he was a child and he was blindfolded for a game of pin the tale on donkey.
Not far from the ranger and halfling stood Venus. Although blind, he had his scimitar in hand and was ready to attack any foe that came his way. So, when the jackalwere, (which had been disguised through illusion as an orc), latched on and tried to bite him, he hacked into it mercilessly until he felt it’s grasp loosen.
Rossal flew a short distance away from the Vrock and noticed that it held a scroll on it’s belt. He notified Ziona and Drexel, then began casting with his tiny, scaly hands. In a moment’s time, the scroll flew through the air to Rossal. The demon growled angrily, then bellowed, “I don’t need that!”
Ziona attacked the creature again with her longsword and scored hits both times. However, the wicked laugh of the evil beast was evidence that her assault had no effect.
Drexel suddenly snapped his finger, as if discovering the answer to a riddle. Rossal then explained to the group that Drexel realized the creature they were fighting was not a Vrock at all. It, too was an illusion. It’s true form was being hidden.
“So you have discovered what I truly am, have you, tiefling?”
Another blinding flash revealed that the creature standing before the heroes was not a Vrock, but a Rakshasa! Doc, not fearing the unknown creature, ran up to the tiger-like man beast and slashed at it’s chest with his rapier.
The Rakshasa stepped back, appalled.
“My shirt…” it hissed. It looked up from it’s chest at Doc with an evil, toothy grin.
“You’d better run now…”
The Adventure Continues…
The group waited patiently for Lox to inspect the door that lead from the rancid stink of the goat corpses. He was just about to choose the perfect pick for the lock, when suddenly, loud, torturous screams pierced the air.
“Oh my,” said Lox. “That doesn’t sound very good.”
“Quickly, Lox!” shouted Doc. “The villain must be on the other side of that door!”
Lox fumbled excitedly with his lockpicks, but finally managed to unlock the door without too much delay.
Doc lead the heroes rushing through the door, and as they entered they noticed how warm the air was within the room. The smell of burning flesh and brimstone hung in the humid air. In the center of the room stood a nine-foot-tall demon, who, it appeared, was torturing a human man. The creature had bat-like wings and a gigantic beaked face that resembled a vulture.
Doc strode triumphantly forward, pointed a finger at the vile creature and shouted, "I CUT DOWN YOUR GOATS!"
“What in the Abyss…” began Dent.
“The Abyss is right,” shouted Drexel. “It’s a Vrock, and it’s very powerful, and very evil!”
Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them and the room went dark. Before anyone had a chance to react, lights began to flicker and the screaming intensified. It was obvious to everyone that the man was in agony, and that the scream may be his dying breath. The sound of tearing flesh could be heard amid the squeals of terror and pain, mixed with bright swirling lights.
Ziona, unable to bear the thought of a creature being tortured, rushed forward with her longsword in hand. She swung at the Vrock and suddenly the flashing and screaming stopped. Ziona looked up and saw that the Vrock was now standing over the man, who was pinned on a table with pentagram carvings and had been cut across the chest.
However, what the rest of the party saw was quite different. They no longer heard the screaming of the man being tortured. They saw that the poor soul had his entrails strewn across the table with the pentagram carved in it. They saw that Ziona was shackled and screaming, and that the Vrock was suddenly standing over them. A door at the back of the room swung open a several feral orcs poured in.
“Lox, free Ziona of her shackles, quickly,” commanded Doc. “Venus, you and I will take the foul beast while the rest of you tackle the orcs!”
However, before Lox could make his way to Ziona, the Vrock turned and stood in his way. It’s evil smile and devilish eyes were only slightly less frightening to Lox than the fire that leapt from the beast’s nostrils.
”This reminds of one time, when I left the oven open and fire came out at me,” said Lox nervously ringing his hands together. “It singed my eyebrows and everything…” he whimpered.
The Vrock, annoyed by the sound of the halfling’s voice held out one of it’s hands and a skull magically appeared. Noticing how Lox was amazed by the trick, the Vrock crushed the skull into dust, making the halfling shudder.
Meanwhile, the Vrock’s sudden movement towards Lox allowed two feral orcs to rush towards Venus and Doc. One of the orcs slashed out at Venus, but missed. It seemed to Venus that the foul orcs were moving at a snail’s pace. Thinking that his newly found vampirism may have something to do with it, he swung his scimitar in one swift motion and hacked into the chest of the first orc.
Across the room, Drexel and Doc noticed that another orc was advancing on the shackled Ziona. As the feral orc approached, she seemed to flail and scream more loudly.
Drexel hands began contorting and waving as he started to recite the words to a spell. Then he reached out and touched Rossal and the pseudodragon disappeared from his spot near the entrance to the room. In an instant, Rossal reappeared at Ziona’s side. The pseudodragon had read Drexel’s surface thoughts, and knew that his plan was to have Rossal unlock the shackles that were binding Ziona.
Not far from Venus and Lox, Dent was using his axes to chop away at the orcs that were attacking Venus. One orc fell to the might of his battleaxe, while the other continued it’s assault.
But, as Rossal appeared, a second orc came through the door at the back of the room towards the helpless, screaming half-drow. Seeing the feral orcs, Doc nimbly tumbled by the orcs that were attacking Venus and headed towards the orcs attacking Rossal and Ziona.
“Unhand that wench!” he shouted, attacking the orc nearest Ziona.
On the other side of the room, Ziona was confused about what her party mates were doing. As far as she could see, there were no wenches in the hands of the foul orcs. There was just the man in the center of the table who was about to be slaughtered by the Vrock. Deciding she was the only one close enough to save the man, she lifted her longsword, and began to swing at the Vrock. If she were not so intent on saving the helpless man, Ziona would have noticed that Venus had disposed of the final feral orc that was attacking him, and he now had his eye on her.
At the same time, Rossal managed to free one of “Ziona’s” shackled hands, and saw that her arm went limp. Then he realized she had stopped screaming and moving altogether.
“Drexel, I think something is wrong with Ziona,” he cried.
“Grrrreeeaaat,” Drexel droned, hoping the pseudodragon was mistaken.
However, not far from where Rossal hovered, the real Ziona continued with her swing, and just as she thought it was going to connect with the beast from the Abyss, a flashing light blinded her momentarily. As her vision cleared, she saw that Lox was babbling nervously by her side about fire in the kitchen, Venus was looking at her as though he would destroy her, and the Vrock had appeared at the opposite side of the room where Rossal and Doc were.
To Doc and Rossal, the limp body that was shackled was no longer limp and no longer bound. The Vrock now stood ready to attack, where they thought their friend and ally had been. The anger-infested demon lifted his hulking hands above his head and mumbled the vicious words to a spell.
Drexel heard these words and shouted out to his companions, “It will blind you!”
Before they could react to the warning of their friend, Dent, Lox, and Venus were all stricken with blindness. The evil Vrock laughed sinisterly, then noticed Doc approaching it for an attack.
“It’s an illusion,” the Vrock said in a worried tone. “Don’t attack me!”
Doc stopped and looked around at Drexel and Ziona.
“It’s lying, Doc,” said Drexel.
“Don’t believe it’s lies,” said Ziona.
Doc looked at the demon and began to raise his scimitar, when it hissed at him,
“I know your mother lives! She is outside Greyhawk!”
Dumbfounded, Doc’s jaw swung open and he could barely respond to the creature’s comment. Before the monster had a chance to lash out at Doc, Drexel cast Magic Missile at the Vrock, but it seemed to have no effect.
Meanwhile, behind the demon, Dent groped across the wall blindly, and Lox stood with his hands on the wall, telling himself how the situation reminds him of when he was a child and he was blindfolded for a game of pin the tale on donkey.
Not far from the ranger and halfling stood Venus. Although blind, he had his scimitar in hand and was ready to attack any foe that came his way. So, when the jackalwere, (which had been disguised through illusion as an orc), latched on and tried to bite him, he hacked into it mercilessly until he felt it’s grasp loosen.
Rossal flew a short distance away from the Vrock and noticed that it held a scroll on it’s belt. He notified Ziona and Drexel, then began casting with his tiny, scaly hands. In a moment’s time, the scroll flew through the air to Rossal. The demon growled angrily, then bellowed, “I don’t need that!”
Ziona attacked the creature again with her longsword and scored hits both times. However, the wicked laugh of the evil beast was evidence that her assault had no effect.
Drexel suddenly snapped his finger, as if discovering the answer to a riddle. Rossal then explained to the group that Drexel realized the creature they were fighting was not a Vrock at all. It, too was an illusion. It’s true form was being hidden.
“So you have discovered what I truly am, have you, tiefling?”
Another blinding flash revealed that the creature standing before the heroes was not a Vrock, but a Rakshasa! Doc, not fearing the unknown creature, ran up to the tiger-like man beast and slashed at it’s chest with his rapier.
The Rakshasa stepped back, appalled.
“My shirt…” it hissed. It looked up from it’s chest at Doc with an evil, toothy grin.
“You’d better run now…”
The Adventure Continues…
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Broccli_Head
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I love Rakshasa's. I never think that they are used enough as adversaries....
Love it when Doc only perturbed the beast by ripping its shirt.
Love it when Doc only perturbed the beast by ripping its shirt.
Breakstone
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Woah...
Say, Ziona, how do you remember all of this?
Say, Ziona, how do you remember all of this?
Ziona
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Yes, as Xaltar said, I keep a journal for note taking. I am currently on my second journal, and I keep all the maps that Venus creates during the game sessions. Whatever I can't recall from the map or notes, I turn to Xaltar who, being the DM, can fill me in on things I may not have caught during game play.
Thanks for reading guys! I promise to post more soon.
Thanks for reading guys! I promise to post more soon.
