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Rappan Athuk: Ravage of The Unusual Heroes!
- Thread starter Ziona
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Taren Seeker
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Wow. I can't believe this. I only started reading this story hour a week ago (I dipped in at the end of KOTSQ a bit) and I've become seriously hooked.
My proof? I load the main page, scroll down, and see that Ziona was the last person to post on this thread. I ALSO see that Wulf Ratbane has just posted on his thread, my uber favorite Story Hour.
Which thread did I find myself clicking first? You're looking at it.
Ziona, you make me betray my love for Wulf's story hour and you don't even post an update???
For shame.
My proof? I load the main page, scroll down, and see that Ziona was the last person to post on this thread. I ALSO see that Wulf Ratbane has just posted on his thread, my uber favorite Story Hour.
Which thread did I find myself clicking first? You're looking at it.
Ziona, you make me betray my love for Wulf's story hour and you don't even post an update???
For shame.
Ziona
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Taren Seeker said:Ziona, you make me betray my love for Wulf's story hour and you don't even post an update???
For shame.
/grovels
Please accept my apologies...I've found that video taping the session is not the easiest way to take notes...But, I will post tonight -- I PROMISE!
And thanks for checking out the story!
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Taren Seeker
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Mmmm, grovelling Half-Drow. It appeals to the Megolamaniac in me.
No worries Ms. Ziona, it turned that Wulf was a big tease too
No worries Ms. Ziona, it turned that Wulf was a big tease too
Ziona
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Drexel’s Plan
The unusual army marched from Waterdeep and headed for Rappan Athuk, which left two days for the heroes to get acquainted. Lox and Traps told stories about their childhood and bickered over who was the better pickpocket, while others, like Dent, Avangel and Drizzt, worked on battle plans. Arden sang heroic songs on the way, which kept morale high.
When they were relatively close to their destination, Dent and Aarack scouted ahead to ensure the safety of the group. As the rangers looked down into the valley, they saw hundreds of orcs camped outside the city, preparing to march on Waterdeep.
“Damn those orcs to the Abyss,” cursed Dent. “They are moving more quickly than we anticipated.”
“Let’s get back to the group and rework the plan,” whispered Aarack.
The rangers returned to their companions and explained how the orcs were camped outside the hidden entrance they had planned on using, and how they looked prepared to storm Waterdeep.
“Hundreds?” huffed Varr. “We’re tough, but we’re not that tough.”
“We’ll have to be if we plan on saving Waterdeep. It looked as though they’re about to march,” said Aarack.
“Perhaps a change in plans,” said Drizzt.
“The plan stays the same,” interrupted Drexel. “The march will be made though the hidden entrance, only not all of us will go.”
“What do you mean? If we split the group, we’ll never defeat them,” said Inmir.
“Let’s hear what the wizard has to say,” shouted Gnettles. “At least hear him out before disapproving.”
Drexel was too busy looking feverishly though his pack to listen to the banter of his companions. He pulled forth all the wands and magically charged items he possessed, and began draining them of their power.
“What are you doing?” asked Arden.
“Fueling my Spellfire,” said Drexel through gritted teeth.
“Spellfire? I’ve heard tales of such a thing,” said Arden, “but I’ve never known any creature who possessed it. It is a rare gift.”
“Yes,” said Drexel feeling invigorated. “A gift I plan on using to clear a path through the orcs. We’ll have to move quickly, fighting all the way, but I believe it can work.”
“So you’re just going to blast through them?” asked Lox.
“That’s the idea,” said Drexel. “Wait until I begin casting, then head for the entrance.”
“What about you?” asked Spiderfang.
“If I am not too exhausted,” said Drexel, “I will be right behind you. But, I’ve never drained so many items at once…I don’t know what sort of effect it may have on me afterwards.”
“Lathander be with you,” said Avangel looking to Drexel. Then to the others, “May he be with us all.”
The heroes readied their weapons and waited for the tiefling’s blast. Drexel used his Winged Mask to fly above the rest of them, and it seemed all was very silent. Then a sudden burst lit up the early morning sky, and the magical energy poured from Drexel into the army of evil below them.
Quickly the heroes rushed into the valley, firing arrows and cleaving down any foe that stood in their way. The path to the entrance had been cleared, and scores of orcs fell to the ground dead. However, hundreds of orcs were now alerted and were jumping into battle.
On the hillside, Drexel fell to the ground from his efforts, then dragged himself to rest behind a tree. He felt as though he could hardly move, and it took every ounce of energy he had to keep from falling into unconsciousness. However, before the wizard could conceal himself completely, the exhaustion took it’s toll and he passed out.
Meanwhile, on the field of battle, it seemed that not all the companions made it to the entrance of Rappan Athuk. Many of them, including Drizzt, Solstar, and Noristuor, were separated from the group, and continued fighting outside.
Lox and Traps were the first to make it to the entrance. Inside they waited with weapons drawn, flinching at the slightest sound. Slowly, others began filtering into the dungeon, some more bloodied than others.
“Dent, you’re okay!” exclaimed Lox as the ranger hacked at an orc.
Dent looked around the battlefield before entering the dungeon, and could barely make out his companions in the flurry of battle. After a moment, however, he saw the scimitars of Drizzt in their deadly dance, and recognized the voice of Solstar as a spell went off across the field. Dent realized he could not wait for them. The revenge he sought after his entire life was at hand, and yet he was loathe to leave his companions behind. He knew however, that two more friends needed them within the dungeon, and that they must move on.
“We must keep moving,” said Dent, turning to the group that had made it inside.
“But what about the others?” asked Traps.
“They will find their way,” murmured the ranger.
The other heroes knew he was right, and followed him to the doors that lead to the Goblin City. There, outside the gates they stood; Dent, Haley, Lox, Traps, Arden, Varr, Avangel, Aarack, Zellian, Megara, Inmir, Spiderfang, Gnettles, and Lia.
The fate of Faerun was in their hands.
The Adventure Continues…
The unusual army marched from Waterdeep and headed for Rappan Athuk, which left two days for the heroes to get acquainted. Lox and Traps told stories about their childhood and bickered over who was the better pickpocket, while others, like Dent, Avangel and Drizzt, worked on battle plans. Arden sang heroic songs on the way, which kept morale high.
When they were relatively close to their destination, Dent and Aarack scouted ahead to ensure the safety of the group. As the rangers looked down into the valley, they saw hundreds of orcs camped outside the city, preparing to march on Waterdeep.
“Damn those orcs to the Abyss,” cursed Dent. “They are moving more quickly than we anticipated.”
“Let’s get back to the group and rework the plan,” whispered Aarack.
The rangers returned to their companions and explained how the orcs were camped outside the hidden entrance they had planned on using, and how they looked prepared to storm Waterdeep.
“Hundreds?” huffed Varr. “We’re tough, but we’re not that tough.”
“We’ll have to be if we plan on saving Waterdeep. It looked as though they’re about to march,” said Aarack.
“Perhaps a change in plans,” said Drizzt.
“The plan stays the same,” interrupted Drexel. “The march will be made though the hidden entrance, only not all of us will go.”
“What do you mean? If we split the group, we’ll never defeat them,” said Inmir.
“Let’s hear what the wizard has to say,” shouted Gnettles. “At least hear him out before disapproving.”
Drexel was too busy looking feverishly though his pack to listen to the banter of his companions. He pulled forth all the wands and magically charged items he possessed, and began draining them of their power.
“What are you doing?” asked Arden.
“Fueling my Spellfire,” said Drexel through gritted teeth.
“Spellfire? I’ve heard tales of such a thing,” said Arden, “but I’ve never known any creature who possessed it. It is a rare gift.”
“Yes,” said Drexel feeling invigorated. “A gift I plan on using to clear a path through the orcs. We’ll have to move quickly, fighting all the way, but I believe it can work.”
“So you’re just going to blast through them?” asked Lox.
“That’s the idea,” said Drexel. “Wait until I begin casting, then head for the entrance.”
“What about you?” asked Spiderfang.
“If I am not too exhausted,” said Drexel, “I will be right behind you. But, I’ve never drained so many items at once…I don’t know what sort of effect it may have on me afterwards.”
“Lathander be with you,” said Avangel looking to Drexel. Then to the others, “May he be with us all.”
The heroes readied their weapons and waited for the tiefling’s blast. Drexel used his Winged Mask to fly above the rest of them, and it seemed all was very silent. Then a sudden burst lit up the early morning sky, and the magical energy poured from Drexel into the army of evil below them.
Quickly the heroes rushed into the valley, firing arrows and cleaving down any foe that stood in their way. The path to the entrance had been cleared, and scores of orcs fell to the ground dead. However, hundreds of orcs were now alerted and were jumping into battle.
On the hillside, Drexel fell to the ground from his efforts, then dragged himself to rest behind a tree. He felt as though he could hardly move, and it took every ounce of energy he had to keep from falling into unconsciousness. However, before the wizard could conceal himself completely, the exhaustion took it’s toll and he passed out.
Meanwhile, on the field of battle, it seemed that not all the companions made it to the entrance of Rappan Athuk. Many of them, including Drizzt, Solstar, and Noristuor, were separated from the group, and continued fighting outside.
Lox and Traps were the first to make it to the entrance. Inside they waited with weapons drawn, flinching at the slightest sound. Slowly, others began filtering into the dungeon, some more bloodied than others.
“Dent, you’re okay!” exclaimed Lox as the ranger hacked at an orc.
Dent looked around the battlefield before entering the dungeon, and could barely make out his companions in the flurry of battle. After a moment, however, he saw the scimitars of Drizzt in their deadly dance, and recognized the voice of Solstar as a spell went off across the field. Dent realized he could not wait for them. The revenge he sought after his entire life was at hand, and yet he was loathe to leave his companions behind. He knew however, that two more friends needed them within the dungeon, and that they must move on.
“We must keep moving,” said Dent, turning to the group that had made it inside.
“But what about the others?” asked Traps.
“They will find their way,” murmured the ranger.
The other heroes knew he was right, and followed him to the doors that lead to the Goblin City. There, outside the gates they stood; Dent, Haley, Lox, Traps, Arden, Varr, Avangel, Aarack, Zellian, Megara, Inmir, Spiderfang, Gnettles, and Lia.
The fate of Faerun was in their hands.
The Adventure Continues…
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Breakstone
First Post
I repeat: Woo hoo!
What did the Spellfire do to Drexel?
What did the Spellfire do to Drexel?
Taren Seeker
First Post
Very nice update! You're building the tension nicely Ms. Ziona.
Metagame question though: what's up with leaving Drexel and Solstar to the orcs? Is it that their players weren't in attendance or were playing other characters? I've noticed that your party splits themselves up with distressing regularity, Inmir and Lox most recently. Is this how you guys really operate, or is it more metagaming "x the player isn't here so how do we explain his PC missing?" type stuff?
Also, is the mob scene outside the source for that infamous "Man Down!" pic?
Finally, any chance of a Rogues Gallery type listing of the PC's and their equipment? I saw Avangel's sheet recently, but the rest?
Metagame question though: what's up with leaving Drexel and Solstar to the orcs? Is it that their players weren't in attendance or were playing other characters? I've noticed that your party splits themselves up with distressing regularity, Inmir and Lox most recently. Is this how you guys really operate, or is it more metagaming "x the player isn't here so how do we explain his PC missing?" type stuff?
Also, is the mob scene outside the source for that infamous "Man Down!" pic?
Finally, any chance of a Rogues Gallery type listing of the PC's and their equipment? I saw Avangel's sheet recently, but the rest?
