seasong's Light Against The Dark II (May 13)

I would really like to participate in the next Iron DM, even though I suck big time (not quite in the way seasong did to win mind you :D ). I think I lack the imagination, will, ability and time of the previous winners. I would hate to dumb down the pool.

Delgar

P.S. Help a poor DM out! Gladiator Thread
 

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Re: seasong's world 101's

Easy answers first, I'm working on the last two centuries' history in a readable format for (hopefully) later today:
incognito said:
2. More on Giants (how strong are they?)
STR 25-27 for the three with the Tattered Tribe; STR 29 for the pair with the Breaking Cat Tribe.
5. Where are all the other ellini?
Ellini are a "rare human birth". They aren't a separate race, but instead a subrace of human who are occasionally born. There are likely less than 100 in all of the Theralis valleys. Thelanna is one, Greppa is another, and both are young yet for ellini (who age at about half the rate of 'normal' humans).
 

Sorry for the short update. It's just been hard to write today. I'll write more this evening or tomorrow.

Breaking Cat, day 2

Dark, hungry spirits shrieked in the air around Greppa, as he tried to half-twist, half-fall away from their grasping, clawing hands... and then the first boulder hit, cracking his left leg at the thigh, and followed closely by its brother into his right arm and ribs. The illusionist managed to evade most of the flaying spirits, and sped ahead of him as he willed his flight as fast as he could.

As he flew upslope, fireballs streaked past him downslope to punish anyone staying outside the protective cover of the trees to target Greppa. A faint, stacatto whump rewarded Greppa's keen ears, and he sincerely hoped at least one of the shamans had gotten a faceful.

He bounced off the earth, adding an insulting landing to his injury, and thanked the gods for his foresight in asking Inertas for her stoneskin spell - without it, he was fairly certain he would be dead.

Far down the mountain, the sound of Breaking Cat laughter could be heard.

Breaking Cat, week 1

They did not attack all that day, instead contenting themselves to trade the occasional flaying spirits summoning for a fireball or two, while the giants kept their eyes open for appearing Theralese arcanists. Every once in a while a boulder would lob gracefully and swiftly upslope when an arcanist's illusionist wasn't quite quick enough, but there were no actual casualties.

This continued, with two bouts of violence where the orcs attempted their two-pronged attempt again, but the lines held. Greppa, unable to safely enter the airspace near the orcs, alternated with Thelanna on the Stone, but did not attempt to channel it - a brief attempt had taught him that it was exhausting, and he preferred the flexibility of his spells.

By the end of the week, almost no one on either side had died, and tempers were beginning to fray. There was talk about a push to force the orcs into a toe-to-toe fight where the Theralis military machine could do some damage.

Captain Agina advised against it, but was overruled by the Generals. Ever loyal, Agina began to gather the people best suited to achieving the goals of her superiors.
 

I know I've been quiet recently, but I'm still lurking about.

Very awesome. The Generals never care about throwing some more people onto the line eh? Up and over boys!
 

Re: seasong's world 101's

incognito said:
3. past history of Theralis - not ancient, maybe 200 years ago, to present.

The 4th Century

Three centuries ago, Councilmember Mura declared the centennial birthday of Theralis to be a celebratory day, despite the then widely-held belief that the world would end. A century later, the first and most difficult Century Celebration took place.

In many ways, the end of the 3rd century and beginning of the 4th century was Theralis' coming of age. A few years prior to the year 400, Amalan was seen for the first time since Thera had dealt with him, and destroyed a village that had grown into areas not covered by Thera's compact. Amalan was fully prepared to destroy all of Theralis in retaliation (indeed, many, many brave soldiers died trying to defend some of the northern outskirts of the valleys), and it was only after numerous entreaties to the dragon and the gods that he accepted a tribute of a hundred youths, and nearly all of the city's treasury at the time.

It was in response to this tragic sequence of events that the Olympiad developed.

With the Olympiad firmly entrenched, and trade with the north increasing, greater numbers of simple Theralese farmers began to shift more of their land to the grape, trading the more valuable wines for bread to the north. By 420, the grape had come to largely dominate the valleys, and Dianas, the "ancestor" or Theralis through Thera, came into full power as the patron of the city-state. In 424, during the 7th Olympiad, a statue of Thera twined in vines was erected and revealed in the southern Open Square, to commemorate the bonding of the city with its founder.

Athana the Drunk

Roughly in 440, the ruler Gaeas was childless after two unsuccessful marriages. Fearing that she would have no heir, she went to a temple of Allas and prayed there for seven days without stopping, until Allas gave her a dream. In it, she dreamed that she swam in a large bowl of crimson wine and that a smooth stone rose out of the surface of the wine.

When she awoke from her dream, she went to a fellow ruler, Pittanas, who instantly understood the portents of the dream, and that Allas was pointing to Dianas. Together, they got madly drunk and prayed to Dianas, then succumbed to the passions given by the grape goddess.

Athana was born a year later, a red-faced and troublesome child given to vast temper tantrums and violent mood swings... and great strength. When she was ten years old, she became angry with her ellini instructor and, grabbing him by neck and one leg, heaved him over a balcony, breaking his head open.

Athana was then kept to a small room in a tower in Theralis, and lived on bread and grapes, although she managed to distill a bit of each into beer and wine. Still... the years in the tower mellowed her, and she came to regret her rages. A happy drunk, she learned to control the rage by the simple expedient of remaining drunk, and on her sixteenth birthday, she was visited by a servant of Dianas, who told her that it was time for her to go out into the world.

Dianas had many adventures during those first few years of freedom, but it was not until she was 20 that her name was forever etched in history. Bearing a broad-headed spear gifted to her by Dianas, she quested with numerous followers to defeat the powerful necromancer Math.

Math was from the distant north, and had settled near Theralis for his research, some of which included robbing Theralese tombs and desecrating their dead. Although at first (respecting his raw power) the citizens of Theralis tried to just get him to leave, he was apparently even less loved to the north.

The battle between the two was legendary. Hethas guarded the necromancer's power (for reasons still unknown, although some say he was Her son), Allas and Dianas were allied on one side, and the sun smote the earth as Athana and her followers fought Math's corpse legions. In the end, he attempted to flee, and Athan hurled her spear a full march* to pierce him between the shoulder blades, slaying him instantly. His body was swallowed by the angry earth, and the spear was never recovered.

This battle ensured her a statue next to Thera's (standing in a position as her favored servant) and that her adventurs thereafter, although not quite as important, possessed a certain celebrity status.

* a march is approximately 1,000 yards, and is a measure used by soldiers to gauge distances. It is slightly less than a kilometer.

Dianas' Spear

During her life, Dianas gifted her with a broad-headed spear during her quest to defeat the necromancer Math. The spear (including the haft) was made of celestial steel, and seemed perpetually stained by grapes. The spearhead itself was shaped like a grape-leaf, and a grape vine was sculpted along the length of the haft, along with a prayer to Dianas.

All of the spears abilities were never revealed to history, but those known were:
* The wielder could fight as well drunk as sober (this may have been an ability of Athana, rather than the spear, however)
* Stabbed deep into the earth, it could cause mighty grape vines to grow.
* A sacrifice of wine (poured on the spear) caused it to grow to immense length, allowing a chasm to be crossed, a giant to be killed, and a truly epic hurling of the spear.
 

Caliber said:
Very awesome. The Generals never care about throwing some more people onto the line eh? Up and over boys!
Well, really, they do. You can't be a General without serving as a soldier for at least five years (the original term of Service - the Service period changed, but the prerequisite didn't).

They have their reasons, however, as will become apparent...

Ah, the heck with it, I'll just out it :). They want the attack because (a), they believe it has a better chance of success than Agina believes, because (b) they know Agina will pull it off, and also because (c) they need a distraction so they can insert Akeros across the enemy line, and the orcs have been keeping far more disciplined guard than past tribes.

Akeros will have a vignette soon, as it's somewhat important to the future story :).
 

Just an editing note, I think you meant to say Athana had many...

Dianas had many adventures during those first few years of freedom, but it was not until she was 20 that her name was forever etched in history. Bearing a broad-headed spear gifted to her by Dianas, she quested with numerous followers to defeat the powerful necromancer Math.

Anyway, keep up the good work. But come on give us some more man! Sheesh enough with the slacking, what do you have a life/job or something?:D

Delgar
 

Hey, I'm just writing up what every Theralis child knows. I'm not going to write Athana's life history - that would be a whole additional story hour.

Now back to your regularly scheduled Slack 'n Hay gaming.
 

Seasong:

Just jumping in with the usual kudos you are due. I love the backstory as well as how the mainline adventures are developing. I like how our heroes are becoming HEROES known to more and more of the population (at this point at least the army).

John
 

Breaking Cat, week 2

In the history books, Agina's small group's charge down the mountain would largely be forgotten. The battle was brief, and never actually made it to the giants. Still, it was heroic while it lasted.

The Amalan arrived. Literally appearing in the sky as if formed from the air itself, he floated down with wings outstretched for an uncharacteristically gentle landing on his hind legs. "I... WOULD SPEAK... WITH YOUR LEADERS." The voice rumbled with power, and rolled across the earth to both camps. As he finished, he delicately set down the kobolds in his hands, eight in total, and folded his majestic wings in silence.

Agina's charge pretty much ended there, and she took her soldiers and retreated swiftly.

Enter The Dragon

The orc chief was the first to approach the dragon. An advantage of the orc command structure is that the true leader is right on the field of battle. The Theralese had to make due with their highest ranking general, Phitios.

The war chief was a seven-foot monster of an orc, with a pair of armorcat teeth shaped as knives at his side, and a green-tinted metallic spear slung from his back. One eye was white with cataracts, but he was an otherwise near-perfect specimen of elderly orc. A pair of orc warriors flanked him, and his personal armorcat "pet" padded along behind him, a lazily vicious gleam in its eyes.

Phitios, by comparison, was a slightly pudgy man with powerful arms, a shaved head, and solemn, dark eyes that rarely wavered from their goal. He was deadly in board games and politics, and still skilled enough with spear and sword to teach a young soldier a thing or two. He'd just run upmountain out of Theralis, and before striding downmountain to meet the dragon, he looked around him. "I need two soldiers who are not afraid of death to flank me. Who shall I take?" Clustered with the Keraunesti, Athan almost bit his tongue when the other soldiers shuffled and edged him forward. He took the first two offered, and Athan, dressed in a loincloth as all the Keraunesti, attempted to look dignified. He was swiftly dressed in tunic and coat, and he and one other flanked the general as they strode down to the dragon.

Amalan was monstrously, overwhelmingly large "in person". Clustered about his foreclaws were the kobolds, and it was here that the two leaders met him. Amalan did not speak directly, but instead allowed the kobolds to communicate to the small humanoids.

In orc and in Theralese, the kobolds spoke to both in unison, "The last time a battle lasted this long, the orc tribe damaged the land, damage that will be long in healing. It will not happen again. To ensure that, I will observe directly. My kobolds will accompany each of you. They will watch for me."

He then turned his ponderous head to Phitios, "Your people have done well by the compact for two hundred years. I understand that this is roughly ten generations, and that the eldest of that time are now long buried. It says much of you that you have kept the traditions without reminder for so long, and I do not expect that my kobolds will find any fault. You may leave now."

Phitios bowed, a brief sign of respect, and replied, "Your memory is long and accurate, great dragon, and we appreciate the boon of your respect. We will not disappoint you, although I would ask permission to remain until all matters are settled here."

Something like a chuckle, deep and rumbling, issued from Amalan's throat before the kobold replied, "I have many things to discuss with this new tribe. If there is something in the content of that discussion that is relevant to you, my kobolds will tell you."

Phitios bowed again, then, "Of course, great dragon. I will do as you suggest," and left. As he was leaving, he walked as slowly as a dignified stride could justify, and listened hard to the harsh orc words now being bandied. Phitios couldn't speak orc, but he had near-perfect memory, and a deep-seated desire to know what was being said.

Athan did the same...
 
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