Right now, the rain is falling.

[Kevin O'Reilly]

Sat over a hot steaming cup of mint and jasmine, the arch druid stared beyond the leaded glass into the falling rain. Falling rain, he mused. After twenty-two days and nights of the continuing deluge the phrase seemed meangingless.

He was concerned, to say the least, for though it was the fourth month, and rainfall expected, this was "not natural" as the novice druids liked to complain with all the wisdom that your youth provided. Still, after over three weeks he was concerned.

His divainations had failed, as had hos attemptes to temper the weather. Even his sojourn to the elemental planes had offered no indication as to the cause of the torent.

Maybe the Mumurs where right. Was this the end days? Ha dthe time of the gods end finally come? He dimissed the idea as foolish human needs; the gods end - mythical nonsense. Still, the idea lingered.

His tea getting cold we walked over fireplace and lifted the hot kettle from the dying embers and carelessly poured the hot water into his cup. Water from the kettle fell upon the burning embers and quickly evaporated.

staring at the embers, the arch druid now poured the water onto the embers and watched the water once again turn to steam and evaporate.

"Where's it go," he asked himsekf out loud as if given a basic class.

"Of course the answer was simple.

 

[nimisgod]

T'was only a tiny wood beside the mountains. No one knew how much power had passed neath the shadowed arbors.

Few storms ever reach this far inland. They usually cry themselves out before ever reaching the mountains. This followed an ancient legend of the rain's origin, a crying goddess and her seven dead children.

In this tiny wood, the dead marched. An aberration to all that lived, an army that sought only to devour and destroy the nearby villages. Their leaded, a demonic necromancer enjoyed the sight of the ambling dead. Their eyes mirrored his: Burning with Hate and Pain.

They called it White wood. Bark had sloughed off wherever the taint of Necromancy made its mark.

With divine power, a mighty priestess turned the tears that fell from the sky into holy water. The undead smouldered into the ground along with their vile master.

The rains come again in the anniversary of her death, a death borne of betrayal and greed.

Now, the spirits of the dead are released. They rise from the muddy ground like a dread fog. Bereft of body but not of ravenous hunger, they turn their malevolence towards the villages.

Its time to feast, I tell them. Let the heavens weep at our celebration.

 

[Mythtify]

Well, I live in Olympia , Wa. about an hour south of Seattle in decnet traffic(meaning never realy an hour south) . Damn Boston..give us our weather back!

Its been pretty dry here for a month...and sunny to boot. We actualy had a day that was just about 90. If this keeps up, it will be just like living in Baltimore again. Talk about depressing.

Loved the story idea Pir.

 

[Pbartender]

To break with weather scenarios involving rain...

For the last three months not a cloud has been seen, not a drop of rain has fallen from the sky. Rivers are drying up, crops are withering, townfolk and livestock are growing thirsty. This has all been precipitated (HAH!) by the rivalry between a slightly-out-of-his-mind druid, and a local vampire. The druid believes that he can destroy the vampire if only he can rid the world of the darkness in which the vampire hides and lives.

Removing the clouds is only the first step. He is now searching for an ancient artifact (or scroll, or whatever) that can make time stop and the sun stand still in the sky. If he can accomplish that, there will be nowhere the vampire can hide.

Rules for extreme heat exposure and thirst should be used. The climactic encounter could include a dust storm.

Or...

Constant tempestual winds have been torturing the countryside. Unbeknownst to the Heroes, an inept wizard has opened a portal to the Elemental Plane of Air, but is unable to close it again.

Use the rules for high winds should be used, with the strength of the winds increasing in close proximity to the portal. The portal itself should be treated as a stationary tornado.

 

[The Forsaken One]

I'm actually having a Druid in my campaign who is causing massive rain for the last year and a half and has caused two towns to be abandoned, leaving the PC's behind. But due to tons off stuff they haven't had a problem with the weather hehe.

But it's there, the permanent rain, hail and snow. They are actually enjoying it I think because they are evil in AL and due to the bad weather and swampy region they aren't bothered while they raid through portals into the planes and stuff. But they are attractiong attention and I'm having a lead tracking one of them back to their tower since he was stranded on one of the planes and has been spending his last 2 motnhs getting back to the rest.

Kinda not related to the weather thing but it's actually benefitting the players heh.

hijack off..

 

[Sparrow]

In a tiny mountain village, its been raining all spring and now into the summer. The villagers are beyond being sick of the rain, its become the everyday, the mundane. This year's crops are ruined, but they've born a year's misfortune before.

But they are worried about the mud, two minor mudslides have sluiced down the mountain already, taking half a farmstead once, and a herd of sheep the second time. A really big mudslide could wipe out the whole village.

There's an abandoned water temple at the top of the mountain, that helps regulate the irrigation for all the communities on the mountain. If someone could get to it, they could change the irrigation pattern and avert another mudslide. But no one has been able to get up the mountain because of the mud and the mist have made the paths treacherous. And old Tommy thinks he saw something shambling around his farm, something not human....

[Lots of room for wierd fungus creatures, slimes and oozes as well as swamp thing type monsters, jumping out of the mist or rising out of the mud. And maybe there's someone malovent in the temple up the mountain, but then, maybe its just natural wreckage after all.]

 

[Doc_Souark]

PuttyCat and rain

The South was hammered by torrential rain all this and last month so now it's the Yankees turn . Cheer up PKitty it'll dry up soon and then you'll be complaining about the grass going brown, till then get that towel out and comfort the BOSS ( Hiya KidC ) ! It's nice and dry here and in the low 90s, I think I'll go and wash my car, maybe my new GF will drive by with her handcuffs and frisk me ( she's a cop).

O a seaside town has been besit with banks of heavy fog for weeks, under the cover of it horrible murders has been commited. The culprits are (pick one)

1. Some type of fog monster
2. a ghost revenging it's own murder
3. assassins
4. a druid righting a percived wrong
5. Vampires
6. A really bad tempered PirateCat with cabin fever
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