Renfield: Of Sinners and Saints "On the Row of the Dead" (UPDATE)

[Look_a_Unicorn]

Heya Renfield- loved the post!
As regards writing style, did you switch to the "monsters" POV because it just made the combat that little bit more interesting- or was it to help us( & maybe your players?) realise that the world always has two sides & that killing may not always be the "righteous" option (not that I think the vampire would care!)

I just ask as one of the groups I'm playing in split neatly in half- two roleplayers who try to see the world the DM gives them, and two that see the world as stats & loot-possibilities (so like a CRPG)- and the way the DM tried to adjust the view of the way the non-RP's interacted with his NPC's was to give them occasional handouts of diaries & things.

 

[Black_Kaioshin]

Bump.

 

[Renfield]

Sort of a mix of both. The change in perception is something I do because I don't want to sound presumptuous by writing from one of the players point of views and potentially screwing it up. It also adds a little flavor and gives readers a little background into the world... which is still heavily in the making >.< As for the morality thing... Well, a couple of our players seem to need lessons in playing good aligned characters. A new campaign was started up (that may or may not appear on these boards) run by the person who played Delver in the last campaign and Morbus in this campaign. In said campaign we are all good aligned drow in Ched Nased (SP) shortly before it's destruction. Granted being good aligned drow living in a culture steeped in backstabbing one should have a little leeway in certain ethical issues I can't quite say that it is justified to stab a random mage in the back and steal his stuff even if you are a chaotic good rogue.

The DM, considering it was late, the first game, and he didn't want to anihilate someone during the first session, decided to let it slide... Granted the backstabbing rogue was later stolen away from a priestess of Lolth who decided to play with him but yeah. Anyway, if that DM decides not to post up here and I actually finish the Of Children and Lost Souls thread. Then I'll be sure to post for that campaign as well. Bear in mind this is a *big* if.

 

[Look_a_Unicorn]

Sort of a mix of both. The change in perception is something I do because I don't want to sound presumptuous by writing from one of the players point of views and potentially screwing it up.

Yeah, I know that feeling. Some of the characters in the Story Hour I wrote up didn't actually have any kind of history... so what do you do? Presumptously make one up for them, or elave a gaping hole in the background info of the Story Hour? I compromised by inventing a basic backgroud that the DM approved of. I shouldn't have worried that much though, none of them actually read the Story Hour, so it didn't matter after all.

"In said campaign we are all good aligned drow in Ched Nased (SP) shortly before it's destruction."
Sounds like a very cool setting!


"Granted the backstabbing rogue was later stolen away from a priestess of Lolth who decided to play with him but yeah.
Ahhhh delayed consequences of actions are THE best way of combining plot hooks & DM lessons...

 

[Black_Kaioshin]

Bump.

 

[Renfield]

The unknown guests

Robert was sitting at his desk reading, the farmer had been forced to sell his farm due to the poor crops and the fact that his one hired hand had died during the previous winter hadn't helped none, but he didn't let these things get to him. Bad things happened to all people, sometimes not the ones they should happen to, regardless though it was no reason to give in to the pain. So he sold his farm, which was a sizeable piece of land that brought him a decent profit, hopefully a profit that would allow him to stay in the inn in which he was currently located until he could find a job.

It was a nice place, not to cheap and not too expensive, and the innkeeper gave him a deal seeing as Robert was cousin to a friend. Robert was rather intelligent for a farmer, his father before him had collected many an old book on various subjects, carpentry was the topic of the current book Robert was reading as his father had also taught him a thing or three about that and he had proven to be rather competent. Perhaps he could work at making carriages or whatnot for nobles and visiting emmisaries, anything that kept a roof over his head and food in his mouth would do, well, just about anything.

As the lean brown haired ex-farmer was reading there was a bright flash, he gave a startled yell and turned to see three figures standing behind him, two of which radiated power while another man was pale with a lean wiry build whilst the last was wiry and had wild unkempt hair. All were in the uniform clothing of prisoners.

One of the men, the one with long blonde hair and the powerful build stepped forward, his skin itself seemed to shine with power. "Excuse me sir," he said in a gentle moving voice "but could you please give us a moment, we need some privacy before we depart."

Robert nodded and closing his book departed the room deciding to take a break from reading and perhaps go downstairs and have a drink, afterall, he was more intelligent than most farmers.

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"Well then, let us get back into our clothes, find something for Fib and the begone from this wretched city." Morbus said as he slipped his robes over his head. Trill followed suit with his own clothing as did Domok. Fib fingered his ratty prison garments and shrugged helplessly, he had been in the prison for quite awhile, they had captured him in the night and apparently saw no reason to conveniently leave his bedclothes with the rest of the prisoners gear.

"What are we going to give him to wear?" asked Trill.

Morbus drew a slender hand up to stroke his chin in thought and finally nodded before muttering an odd incantation. Fibs prison cloths turned into and off white tunic and brown pants that had a faint chaotic swirl of colors if you looked close enough. "There," he said "that should do until we find him something better. Is everyone ready to depart?" He was answered by a chorus of nods "Good." and he began the short incantation of chaos that'd free them from the city.

 

[Look_a_Unicorn]

*wheedles & pleads*
So with Christmas coming, will Renfield by slipping an update into the stocking?

The spell to conjure Morbus's clothes... Fabrication? I'm just curious where he'll be when the spell expires (assuming duration isn't permanant).
OOOhhhhh or a Dispel Magic gets thrown their way! (I know it doesn't work like that, but c'mon, what's the point of being DM if you can't throw in the odd humourous Act of God?")

 

[Renfield]

heh, one: Luck is the NPC of this game Two, Morbus is a chaos mage, he no use spells, he uses insanely powerful magic system that I shall henceforth ban from my game after I DESTROY HIM AND HAVE AN ENEMY SLURP HIS INTESTINES UP LIKE SPAGHETTI!!! Just wait Morbus, all it'll take is a beatiful little dead magic zone and a stupid grunt orc or a troll will crit at a very convenient moment MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... no bitterness present, none, honest! And the duration is permanent.