Rel's Faded Glory III: Glory Reborn (FINAL UPDATE 6/22 - SHE'S DONE, BABY!!)
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gerg_861 said:
I just wanted to tell you, gerg_861, that it made my day to read your post. I don't always succeed in delivering it, but I really do try to make the game exciting and engaging for the players. I hope I win more than I lose but I'll let them be the judge.*
*since I'm starting a new Eberron campaign on Monday I'll bet they say nice things about me. They're such suck-ups
FREE XP to the first player to sing my praises! GO!old school 1E
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Rel said:since I'm starting a new Eberron campaign on Monday I'll bet they say nice things about me. They're such suck-ups
are xp points transferrable to other campaigns?
Anyway, I too agree. this is a great story hour! Im looking forward to new updates
Rel said:I just wanted to tell you, gerg_861, that it made my day to read your post. I don't always succeed in delivering it, but I really do try to make the game exciting and engaging for the players. I hope I win more than I lose but I'll let them be the judge.*
*since I'm starting a new Eberron campaign on Monday I'll bet they say nice things about me. They're such suck-ups
A lot of people call Rel a RBDM, but he's -the- RBDM for us--and we love him for it. But, you know what I love most about Rel? He's a brilliant, wise, and most of all, dead-sexy DM. Sure, it's three things, but he's a total package...
But seriously, Rel's a great DM--he's always got something cooked up, and his games are always a ton of fun!
Did I mention he's dead-sexy?
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If Cathal could survive the next few moments and never have to fight a battle in a cloud of fog again he could die a happy man. He may not have been in Hell but this was the next closest thing. A green-flaming fist drove itself out of the mists at him and crashed thunderously into his long suffering shield. He gave ground again, not sure exactly where he was in relation to anything now.
His left foot bumped into something and he suddenly had a reference point as he looked down and saw the pedestal that one of the Bane statues had been standing on before stepping forth to do battle. That meant that the exit was behind him and to his right and the stairs, where Marcus was still doing battle with the Statues from the sound of things, were in front of him.
In the many battles he had fought, Cathal had often noticed little things that would somehow seem to occupy his attention out of proportion to their significance to the fighting at hand. The way that a foes breath would drift on the cold air or the particular sound of a bird’s call would sometimes penetrate the rage and pain of battle. In this moment he noticed such a detail: At the base of the statue, carved in the severe letters of the Imperial tongue, were the words, “Praise be to Bane”. The words couldn’t have occupied his attention for more than a quarter of a second because then he found himself scrambling to his right and preparing to head for the exit.
As he did this he heard a sudden cry of pain and anguish that could only have come from Marcus. Then, ominously, the sounds of battle from the area near the stairs suddenly ceased. Looking back over his shoulder Cathal could see light filtering through the fog - the exit. The other direction was fog and stone and more enemies than he could ever hope to defeat. And his friend.
Standing just outside the doors of the Temple, still unsure of what to do in the face of unspeakable hopelessness, Marius, Lazarius and Speaks heard the voice of the Brigante cry out at the top of his lungs, “PRAISE BE TO BANE!” They looked at each other, eyebrows raised, unsure of what had just happened. It was all too easy to imagine that some foul magic of the Temple had just turned their companion against them when they needed him most. But their moment of contemplation ended an instant later when movement from overhead caught their attention and fire rained down from above.
Back inside the Temple Cathal wove his way between the giant statues of Bane, wincing as he moved past each one, expecting them to strike him down at any moment. But they did not. He saw the pillar that supported the bottom end of the banister and just to the left of that he found blood. Lots of it. And it was leaking from the lifeless form of Marcus who lay sprawled on the floor amid chunks of stone that he had struck from those who had killed him.
Cathal wasted no time. He didn’t know if they were going to make it out of the City of Endless Summer alive or not. But the final resting place of Marcus was not going to be inside the Temple of Bane. His sword disappeared into its sheath and he hefted the enormous weight of the armor-clad Warrior-Priest over his shoulder, careful to ensure that he collected Marcus’ mace and The Shield. Under the strain of this tremendous load, Cathal began to stagger toward the exit when battle erupted around him once again.
It took a moment to understand what had happened but he began to see shapes in the fog and knew that the Blood Ferals had caught up with them. But now it seemed that the Guardian Statues were attacking them! Cathal did not know to what he should attribute this rare slice of good fortune and there was no time to think about it anyway. All that mattered now was that he get out of this accursed place. He gritted his teeth and bore his heavy load toward the warm sunshine…
Outside…
The first Fireball struck a cluster of the Blood Ferals that were emerging from the growing Lake of Blood and they boiled where they stood, collapsing to rejoin the pool that had spawned them. A score of arrows followed, striking those who still stood, felling two more and leaving most of the rest wounded.
Marius and Lazarius looked on in astonishment and confusion as a flying carpet descended and a heavily armed warrior leapt off. The carpet soared into the air again as another Fireball shot from a wand held by the rider. The warrior, a Half-Orc sprinted up to the two humans and dire boar…no, three humans as Speaks resumed his normal form just in time to cry out, “Scar?!”
The Half-Orc smiled a toothy smile and yelled, “NO TIME! WE MUST GET YOU OUT OF HERE!!”
The stairs of the Temple started to get downright crowded as Cathal exited carrying the obviously lifeless body of Marcus and a moment later The Shining Lady appeared next to them. Her appearance was punctuated by another flurry of missile fire from atop the temple accompanied by a whooping warcry from Ilrath, Magdar and the rest of the Orcs.
Even as these missiles struck down another of the Blood Ferals, a fresh group began to emerge from the Lake of Blood. Half of these were immediately destroyed by another Fireball from Rhys’ wand.
The cavalry, it seemed, had arrived.
His left foot bumped into something and he suddenly had a reference point as he looked down and saw the pedestal that one of the Bane statues had been standing on before stepping forth to do battle. That meant that the exit was behind him and to his right and the stairs, where Marcus was still doing battle with the Statues from the sound of things, were in front of him.
In the many battles he had fought, Cathal had often noticed little things that would somehow seem to occupy his attention out of proportion to their significance to the fighting at hand. The way that a foes breath would drift on the cold air or the particular sound of a bird’s call would sometimes penetrate the rage and pain of battle. In this moment he noticed such a detail: At the base of the statue, carved in the severe letters of the Imperial tongue, were the words, “Praise be to Bane”. The words couldn’t have occupied his attention for more than a quarter of a second because then he found himself scrambling to his right and preparing to head for the exit.
As he did this he heard a sudden cry of pain and anguish that could only have come from Marcus. Then, ominously, the sounds of battle from the area near the stairs suddenly ceased. Looking back over his shoulder Cathal could see light filtering through the fog - the exit. The other direction was fog and stone and more enemies than he could ever hope to defeat. And his friend.
Standing just outside the doors of the Temple, still unsure of what to do in the face of unspeakable hopelessness, Marius, Lazarius and Speaks heard the voice of the Brigante cry out at the top of his lungs, “PRAISE BE TO BANE!” They looked at each other, eyebrows raised, unsure of what had just happened. It was all too easy to imagine that some foul magic of the Temple had just turned their companion against them when they needed him most. But their moment of contemplation ended an instant later when movement from overhead caught their attention and fire rained down from above.
Back inside the Temple Cathal wove his way between the giant statues of Bane, wincing as he moved past each one, expecting them to strike him down at any moment. But they did not. He saw the pillar that supported the bottom end of the banister and just to the left of that he found blood. Lots of it. And it was leaking from the lifeless form of Marcus who lay sprawled on the floor amid chunks of stone that he had struck from those who had killed him.
Cathal wasted no time. He didn’t know if they were going to make it out of the City of Endless Summer alive or not. But the final resting place of Marcus was not going to be inside the Temple of Bane. His sword disappeared into its sheath and he hefted the enormous weight of the armor-clad Warrior-Priest over his shoulder, careful to ensure that he collected Marcus’ mace and The Shield. Under the strain of this tremendous load, Cathal began to stagger toward the exit when battle erupted around him once again.
It took a moment to understand what had happened but he began to see shapes in the fog and knew that the Blood Ferals had caught up with them. But now it seemed that the Guardian Statues were attacking them! Cathal did not know to what he should attribute this rare slice of good fortune and there was no time to think about it anyway. All that mattered now was that he get out of this accursed place. He gritted his teeth and bore his heavy load toward the warm sunshine…
Outside…
The first Fireball struck a cluster of the Blood Ferals that were emerging from the growing Lake of Blood and they boiled where they stood, collapsing to rejoin the pool that had spawned them. A score of arrows followed, striking those who still stood, felling two more and leaving most of the rest wounded.
Marius and Lazarius looked on in astonishment and confusion as a flying carpet descended and a heavily armed warrior leapt off. The carpet soared into the air again as another Fireball shot from a wand held by the rider. The warrior, a Half-Orc sprinted up to the two humans and dire boar…no, three humans as Speaks resumed his normal form just in time to cry out, “Scar?!”
The Half-Orc smiled a toothy smile and yelled, “NO TIME! WE MUST GET YOU OUT OF HERE!!”
The stairs of the Temple started to get downright crowded as Cathal exited carrying the obviously lifeless body of Marcus and a moment later The Shining Lady appeared next to them. Her appearance was punctuated by another flurry of missile fire from atop the temple accompanied by a whooping warcry from Ilrath, Magdar and the rest of the Orcs.
Even as these missiles struck down another of the Blood Ferals, a fresh group began to emerge from the Lake of Blood. Half of these were immediately destroyed by another Fireball from Rhys’ wand.
The cavalry, it seemed, had arrived.
HalfOrc HalfBiscuit
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Hooray, an update to start the weekend. Thanks, Rel.
On a flying carpet? Sounds more like the Air Force to me .
Seriously, it's good to see the return of Scar. Especially as our heroes look like they need all the help they can get!
On a flying carpet? Sounds more like the Air Force to me
.Seriously, it's good to see the return of Scar. Especially as our heroes look like they need all the help they can get!
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HalfOrc HalfBiscuit said:
Well given that I'd put them through a lot I wanted to let them take advantage of the fact that they DID have allies who wanted to help them succeed.
It probably bears pointing out for some of the more recent readers that Rhys and Scar were the characters of our dear friend, Ted (who went by The Lone Corndog here at ENWorld) who died in 2003. They were part of the first half of this campaign before we took a break from it and I wanted to let them make a cameo appearance in this campaign as a sort of homage to our pal. I'd like to think that we did them justice in how they were played.
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