Jon Potter
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BelenUmeria said:
And as a player in one of your games let me be the first to say, "Thank you!" followed by, "Don't let Rel give you any ideas!"
Rel's Faded Glory III: Glory Reborn (FINAL UPDATE 6/22 - SHE'S DONE, BABY!!)
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And as a player in one of your games let me be the first to say, "Thank you!" followed by, "Don't let Rel give you any ideas!"
Rel
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BardStephenFox said:
Thanks, BSF. I noticed we were coming up on that landmark. I think I'll celebrate the occasion with a new update if that's alright with everybody. I had a job cancel on me for today and I've got the fruitful combination of being a bit bummed out and having a bit of extra time so I'll try and put it to good use.
Look for an update by tonight.
Rel
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I'll post more in a bit but here's a little teaser of what's coming next...
“We’re going straight to Hell.”
“What?!” asked Lazarius.
“Straight to Hell,” Speaks repeated.
“Speaks is right,” said Marcus as he stretched his badly bruised and aching body. Still, battered though it was he preferred it to wearing the feathers of the eagle form that Lazarius had just liberated him from. “We know that The City of Endless Summer and Hell are linked near the site of Bane’s Tomb. That’s where the Shining Lady took Ilrath and the Orcs and they’re not going to last long there without help.”
“Well that’s all well and good of course, but didn’t you just finish telling me that there’s a GOD back there? An angry, evil, insane god of destruction and murder made of BLOOD!? He very nearly made us turn on each other with HARSH LANGUAGE, to say nothing of that mace he’s got.”
Marius stepped closer to the others, “Lazarius, I’d agree with you if we were talking about going to fight him. But we just need to get far enough into the City to make the Teleport to Hell. Then we find Ilrath and the Orcs and get out of there immediately.”
Cathal said nothing and didn’t need to. They all knew that he had not come all this way to find Ilrath just to let him perish in Hell. He stood aside, arms crossed, waiting to find out if he would have to try and find his own way there.
The Imperial War Wizard nodded with resignation. “Let me prepare my other spells. Looks like it’s going to be another long day.”
Speaks walked past the bodies of the dead Ogres to relieve himself at the edge of the clearing. “Uh oh,” he said. Cathal and Marius hastened over to see what the Druid’s concern was. Speaks pointed down at the slain Ogres, “Look.”
They saw the bodies were very pale by the morning light and the ground was soaked with blood. Oddly it was not pooled and soaking into the ground but left long, thin streaks away from the bodies. As they looked closer they could see it trickle like candle wax moving directly away from the dead Ogres and flowing…north.
“That can’t be good,” said Marius.
“We’re going straight to Hell.”
“What?!” asked Lazarius.
“Straight to Hell,” Speaks repeated.
“Speaks is right,” said Marcus as he stretched his badly bruised and aching body. Still, battered though it was he preferred it to wearing the feathers of the eagle form that Lazarius had just liberated him from. “We know that The City of Endless Summer and Hell are linked near the site of Bane’s Tomb. That’s where the Shining Lady took Ilrath and the Orcs and they’re not going to last long there without help.”
“Well that’s all well and good of course, but didn’t you just finish telling me that there’s a GOD back there? An angry, evil, insane god of destruction and murder made of BLOOD!? He very nearly made us turn on each other with HARSH LANGUAGE, to say nothing of that mace he’s got.”
Marius stepped closer to the others, “Lazarius, I’d agree with you if we were talking about going to fight him. But we just need to get far enough into the City to make the Teleport to Hell. Then we find Ilrath and the Orcs and get out of there immediately.”
Cathal said nothing and didn’t need to. They all knew that he had not come all this way to find Ilrath just to let him perish in Hell. He stood aside, arms crossed, waiting to find out if he would have to try and find his own way there.
The Imperial War Wizard nodded with resignation. “Let me prepare my other spells. Looks like it’s going to be another long day.”
Speaks walked past the bodies of the dead Ogres to relieve himself at the edge of the clearing. “Uh oh,” he said. Cathal and Marius hastened over to see what the Druid’s concern was. Speaks pointed down at the slain Ogres, “Look.”
They saw the bodies were very pale by the morning light and the ground was soaked with blood. Oddly it was not pooled and soaking into the ground but left long, thin streaks away from the bodies. As they looked closer they could see it trickle like candle wax moving directly away from the dead Ogres and flowing…north.
“That can’t be good,” said Marius.
Rel
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Another snippet until later this evening:
They broke camp quickly, an easy matter since there was no fire, tents or other niceties. Speaks transformed the lot of them into avians with his Feathers spell and they began winging their way northwest giving the City a wide berth for the moment. It was nearly midday before they were at the entrance to the Foundry.
I’m getting so tired of this place, thought Lazarius. He was beginning to long for the days when they had merely been fighting an army of undead and Dark Druids. At least that bloody affair was conducted on his native plane of existence.
They flew down into the darkness and alighted on the cold stone floor. Speaks did some magic and light shone around him providing enough illumination for them to see. Then they took flight down the long, broad tunnel leading into the city.
Although their current mode of travel was far quicker than walking it still left them tired. They were not used to these forms and their muscles grew weary from the constant flapping of wings. Many of them were almost eager to return to Hell where they could at least wear their own skins again.
They flew past the ruined gates where they had done battle with the Ogre Guardsmen a lifetime ago and began to notice a strange smell starting to fill the air. They did not have to wonder long at the source when moments later they found themselves at the edge of a pool of blood that stretched off into the darkness ahead. They landed on the dry ground at the edge.
Lazarius resumed his human form and stood back away from the blood. “I guess this is as far as we go.” His statement may have been rhetorical or not, but either way his companions could not answer. They stood mutely and watched him with their bird eyes as he began to layer on protective magics.
Nearly a minute passed with the Wizard casting spell after spell. Marius rolled his songbird eyes in his tiny skull as Lazarius Altered himSelf into a semblance of a demon of some sort. The Wizard looked down on the bird dismissively, “If I’ve got to go to Hell again, I’m at least going to look like a native!” He wove one final spell about himself and turned Invisible rendering the point rather moot.
The birds took this as a cue and fluttered into the space the Wizard had occupied, finding perches on his clothing. With a final incantation they all vanished and…
Were in Hell.
They broke camp quickly, an easy matter since there was no fire, tents or other niceties. Speaks transformed the lot of them into avians with his Feathers spell and they began winging their way northwest giving the City a wide berth for the moment. It was nearly midday before they were at the entrance to the Foundry.
I’m getting so tired of this place, thought Lazarius. He was beginning to long for the days when they had merely been fighting an army of undead and Dark Druids. At least that bloody affair was conducted on his native plane of existence.
They flew down into the darkness and alighted on the cold stone floor. Speaks did some magic and light shone around him providing enough illumination for them to see. Then they took flight down the long, broad tunnel leading into the city.
Although their current mode of travel was far quicker than walking it still left them tired. They were not used to these forms and their muscles grew weary from the constant flapping of wings. Many of them were almost eager to return to Hell where they could at least wear their own skins again.
They flew past the ruined gates where they had done battle with the Ogre Guardsmen a lifetime ago and began to notice a strange smell starting to fill the air. They did not have to wonder long at the source when moments later they found themselves at the edge of a pool of blood that stretched off into the darkness ahead. They landed on the dry ground at the edge.
Lazarius resumed his human form and stood back away from the blood. “I guess this is as far as we go.” His statement may have been rhetorical or not, but either way his companions could not answer. They stood mutely and watched him with their bird eyes as he began to layer on protective magics.
Nearly a minute passed with the Wizard casting spell after spell. Marius rolled his songbird eyes in his tiny skull as Lazarius Altered himSelf into a semblance of a demon of some sort. The Wizard looked down on the bird dismissively, “If I’ve got to go to Hell again, I’m at least going to look like a native!” He wove one final spell about himself and turned Invisible rendering the point rather moot.
The birds took this as a cue and fluttered into the space the Wizard had occupied, finding perches on his clothing. With a final incantation they all vanished and…
Were in Hell.
BSF
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Very cool Rel. I think I vaguely remember some other threads about events around this time frame. But I don't remember enough detail to have any real idea about what is about to happen. I'm really looking forward to it. 
Sorry aout the cancelled job, but I'm not really complaining if you are updating your Story Hour because of it. So long as you don't have too many cancelled jobs...
Sorry aout the cancelled job, but I'm not really complaining if you are updating your Story Hour because of it. So long as you don't have too many cancelled jobs...
Rel
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BardStephenFox said:Very cool Rel. I think I vaguely remember some other threads about events around this time frame. But I don't remember enough detail to have any real idea about what is about to happen. I'm really looking forward to it.
I'm tempted to call this next part of the campaign "The Beginning of the End" but I'm not sure that's entirely accurate. The end is in sight for certain but I'm not sure if I'm beginning it now or if I did so a while back. For certain the appearance of Bale was a turning point of the campaign where things changed from "those pesky Banites are sure a pain in the butt" to "HOLY CRAP! The world might end!"
Generally speaking I'm not all that hot on the "save the world" style campaigns. But after a point this story kind of wrote itself and this felt like the only really natural direction for it to flow. Hopefully the exciting conclusion will be worth the wait.
Thanks. Being self employed is very liberating in some respects. But not having a regular paycheck to count on is kind of terrifying at times. This week has been a bit of a roller coaster with one of the two jobs I had scheduled cancelling just hours in advance, another popping up to take its place and then that one cancelling immediately. The one I've got tomorrow is still on and hopefully things will pick up in the next few weeks.
But if things stay slow then I'll probably keep updating regularly to let me feel like I got SOMETHING done. And now that the end is in sight I'm kind of feeling like making a dash for the finish.
Jon Potter
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Rel said:
Strap on the running shoes, Rel!
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