Strikeforce: Morituri Part One "the Mortals" Is Completed

Look_a_Unicorn

First Post
megamania said:
Either you missed it or I down played it too much- I live in southern Vermont and work 75+ hours a week. Playing in a normal group setting is near impoosible.
Missed it completely! 75 hours- Ouch! I do NOT envy you that at all. What field are you involved in that requires such insane dedication? (from my lazy-arse point of view at least)
I've got no diea where Vermont is, I assume it's the US somewhere. That's the problem with us Australians, 89% of us are unaware there are countries outside our own borders :p

megamania said:
What I have done is created stats and sheets for all charcaters. I then role-play and when required- roll-play the characters. Its not a perfect method but hey- its not a perfect world.
Too true. I guess it's very much like DMing a perfect world though- no left-of-field PC decisions to throw your nicely laid plans off track.

megamania said:
This is why in part I used existing comicbook characters or characters I had played before in this game. I have a feel for them and they basically write themselves.
Nope, your imagination writes them. Kudos where kudos is due!

megamania said:
As for weresharks ... use your imagination. The biggest pain in the butt is how they are a marine creature.
Which is why I haven't been able to use them. No water sources in the PC's area larger than a lake, or swamps- and they have no reason (yet) to visit the poorly-defined coastal areas...


Keep up the good work! Now knowing of your 75+ hours I'll jockey less for updates ;)
 

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STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 043
“Relaxation = Killing a Dragon”

The dragon had a broken wing and crushed hip but that didn’t stop it. Fyrofistus was never one to give up. But it had never been attacked by anything like this before. The ogre had incredible strength and was incredibly savage. To make it worse, its equipment enhanced its already incredible abilities and strength. Fyrofistus had no idea from where the creature came either. She had never heard of a Maestro or Brute Master before. It had never heard of someone seeking to attack a dragon just for the fun and entertainment of it either. This creature both fascinated it and angered it at the same time. She hated to kill it but had to. She struck it with a point blank breath attack that softened the stones around the beast. Maybe she could make a cleric summon its spirit later.

There was to be no later.

The beast crawled out of the slag then rose to its knees and finally stood upright. The flesh was regenerating rapidly. Before she could fully turn her massive body (slowed due to the hip injury) the green ogre was attacking her again. The next two punches caused internal injuries and uncontrolled defecation. After a rude comment, the beast leaped onto her back and used pieces of its own skin armor to cut and gouge into her body.

Fyrofistus died by having her horn torn free and forced back point first into her brain.

“Dragonman gave me more sport.” Spat out the displeased humanoid.

=clap clap clap clap=

“Well done Banner. Well done indeed.”

“DO-NOT-CALL-ME-THAT” snarled the green hulk with clenched teeth. He raised his clenched fist then thought twice of it and acted to scratch at an irritation.

“You really need to control that temper of yours.” Answered the gaunt figure at the cavern opening. Its red and black robes shifted in and out of the deep shadows giving an appearance of being incorporal. Its yellow “eyes” however burned brightly through the dark shadows. It moved forward to inspect the carnage caused by the brief battle. Without really looking at the dead dragon, it nodded its head in approval. “Do you feel better?”

“Good enough that a cooler of drink and a harem would cover me for a while.” The lecherous creature answered.

“You do not have the time. I need to concentrate on a project for the next several days but need something done first. Something you are perfect for.” His cold stare burrows into the Maestro’s eyes.

“I am not your errand boy. Go send the scared freak- Boc. I’m sure he will do.”

“You are perfect for this and I’m quite sure you will want to do it.”

His greenish-black eyes challenge the yellow stare. A look of concentration is on his face. He is controlling his temper. “Perfect for what?”

“To kill the Champions of Infiniti…..her Strikeforce Morituri that escaped you…twice.”
 

Look_a_Unicorn said:
Missed it completely! 75 hours- Ouch! I do NOT envy you that at all. What field are you involved in that requires such insane dedication? (from my lazy-arse point of view at least)
I've got no diea where Vermont is, I assume it's the US somewhere. That's the problem with us Australians, 89% of us are unaware there are countries outside our own borders :p

Keep up the good work! Now knowing of your 75+ hours I'll jockey less for updates ;)

40-48 hours at a plastics factory and 32-38 hours at a store. This is just to pay the monthly bills. As for Vermont's location- I kid you not- I have met Americans that didn't relieze Vermont was a state. They thought it was part of New York (thus my sarcastic location under my user name).

Don't apoligize for asking for updates...I like knowing folks are reading the story and wait impatiently for more. Speaking of which- I am cranking up the challenge level for the team. Hope you like how it ends. Very proper for Ravenloft.
 

STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 044
“Prepare for the Worse”

From the time it was decided to hunt and destroy the Jaws of Sorrow to leaving on a craft designed for warfare in rough waters, the Champions of Infiniti all tried to prepare as best as they could for the up coming battle.

The Captain researched sailing, ship use and sharks. He spoke to everyone from sailors to bar maidens that often heard things that they kept in memory. He still needed to sort out fact from myth but felt he could by sorting out by whatever he learned. What he learned was not good. This creature could out-race any ship on this world. It was said to be undead and resistant to magic. He was to lead the fourth group thinking they could defeat the creature. The other three were shark / sea creature specialists.

This was going to be bloody…damn bloody. Even worse than Normandy considering there were possible monstrous sea humanoids involved and shape shifting men. The moon was to be full soon which seemed ominous.

Vander sold a few goods he had for small gems. He then spent time psionically treating these gems. These gems could explode and cause a great deal of damage. He also spent time working on his armor and weapons. He refused to consider wearing something lighter. He felt little concern for drowning in his armor since he could create a buoy effect on his armor. Much to the humor then the amazement of the locals, he purposely trained in the water experimenting on turning his mental powers on and off. He knew there would be times to float on the surface and times to sink underwater to reach the shark.

This was going to be bloody…very bloody. Not worse than any battle he was in but he knew he could not prepare for every event or possibility. As a seasoned warrior and professional mercenary and survivor, he knew the signs and sensed the dangers.

Christina spent time with the local clerics preparing powerful healing potions and scrolls. She thought about the nature of the creature. Her detection spells did not offer the range to give proper warning. Even as she could sense the beast it would be on them. She knew her role was support. Healing, augmentation and the control of the environment were the spells she felt she needed. She also made sure she had key components for regeneration and if needed resurrection.

This was going to be bloody…very bloody. They were completely out of their element against something that may very well be a part of this dark and twisted world. If this was so, they may not be able to escape it this time.

Jean the Storm Wielder spent time thinking about her own shark lore and how her spells over weather and water could be most helpful. She worked with a local sea mage to create scrolls that would help her and the team. She did not want a repeat of the last time they faced the beast. They escaped purely by luck.

This was going to be bloody…very bloody. Her spells were somehow less effective against it than other creatures. This may be a battle of physical attacks- not magical. She hated such barbaric tactics. She feared someone would die.

Jim Addards prepared mainly by napping in a hammock on the Governor’s land. Though it looked like he was doing nothing, he was in truth trying to use his greatest weapon. His mind. His actions seemed chaotic and without method often but in truth it was not. His mind processed information quickly drawing on references to texts, experimentation and field experience. Some thought he was psychotic. He just always thought outside of the box. There was no such thing as “can’t” or “impossible”. It was not in his vocabulary except when describing others.

This was going to be bloody…very bloody. He has seen shark attacks before. The creatures were nature’s greatest killing machines…especially in water. He also knew the creatures were not as dumb as some believed them to be. They showed limited thinking and problem solving ability. This one showed this already. He really wanted access to the USS Wisconsin for its size and weapons known and secret.

The Sahuagin learned more about their targets. These champions were easily the most dangerous things they had faced with the exception of the Great One ...the Shark God. This 80-foot long creature, though undead, was truly a horror to the surface dwellers. They agreed on a few possible strategies. Most included luring the Champions into the water.

This was going to be bloody…very bloody. And of course this was good.

It swam in the deep with mixed thoughts in its undead brain. It wanted to hunt the metal man but it was compelled to search for a ship loaded with silver by its creator. The creator always wanted it to destroy a ship with flashy metal coins and gems. The Shark men then collected the stuff on the sea bottom. Why? It didn’t care. The green sharkmen ate most of the drowned people. It wanted to but was told not to. Instead it fed on Dragon Turtles and whales. Now it wanted to feed on the Metal Man.

This was going to be bloody…very bloody. The Metal Man was going to be swallowed whole and made into undead.

The light was bright and a cold breeze alerted him that he had entered the new reality. Even as the Maestro cleared the portal onto an island he felt something. Something stirred within him. Something or someone was reading his mind and his body. He would destroy it once he found it…and after he destroyed the Champions of Infiniti. He was told to travel south and use the mage finder device to locate Storm Wielder. With this device, he could find the Champions so long as he was within 500 miles. Luck was with him. The small arrow spun then locked onto a direction. The mage would die at his hands.

This was going to be bloody…very bloody. He knew it since deep down he knew he was nearly killed the last time they faced. Also, he could not describe it clearly, but he felt like the world was his. It was inviting him to rampage ...to kill …to destroy.

The Maestro smiled a smile of evil and hate.
 
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STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 045
“Captain Malbane and the Dragon Maw”

It was the second day sailing the Sea of Sorrow. The great ship Dragon Maw was the greatest pirate hunting ship that could be hired by merchants or townships. This is not to say it was inexpensive. It most certainly was not. However, Captain Malbane could be bought and was not associated with any one state. This meant he called the shots and the price. Since this was involving the Jaws of Sorrow, it was not cheap. Far from it.

Captain Malbane was generally a good man but his one hubris was money. He grew up not having it and swore never to be poor again. Sometimes this lead to problems. It has been rumored that pirates can pay him off. There is no evidence of this but perception of truth is generally greater than any possible truth. In this way, the very pirates he often sought respected him. This is not to say he didn’t need to watch his back whenever at port. No, a pirate is a pirate after all. Honor among thieves does not include pirates.

The Captain’s crew was handpicked seamen. They are all fiercely loyal to him and most would die for him. They are among the best crew that sails the waters. Most all of them have skeletons in their closets that they run from. There are a few known murderers on board. Of course- they are innocent and thus wrongly accused. Others are sons of merchants and one is rumored to be a prince. The source of their respect of the Captain is how forgiving he is. He looks at the man inside …not the titles given.

His first mate is perhaps the oddest one there. Some feel he is a water genasi in disguise. He is a small lithe man whom is always seen tapping his foot or fingers. This tapping is not due to impatience as most feel it would be. Those that listen and think about the tapping relieve there is a pattern to it. Some think he is communicating with whales or dolphins, others think he is playing out an old magical tune. No one dares to ask. When there is a problem on board, it is usually the first mate that deals with it. He is the ship’s enforcer. His name is Suss Orh (the sound made when listening to a large conch shell). Most call him Sushy which he takes no displeasure in.

The ship arrived on time. The Captain was expecting arrogant and stuffy champions loaded with magic. The first person on board was a noble warrior carrying a large strange shield. He introduced himself as The Captain. He was thankful for the help. Malbane immediately began to wonder what secrets he had that he was running from. The next person on board was possibly their henchman. He introduced himself as Lt. Jim Addards. He wore strange clothes that were torn as if smoke power was used on them. His chest piece was the strangest. It was stiff like boiled leather but appeared lighter and stronger. He had a yellow button on it with what appeared to be a happy face. This was no warrior- he was a jester. Two women followed by a cat came next. One wore armor and a holy symbol that looked like two tears falling from each other (symbol for infinity) and the other was a beauty from foreign shores. Her skin was darker than a deep tan and her hair at times seemed black then seemed white depending on the sun. It was shiny. The final one was the closest to what he expected. His name was Vander. He wore heavy strange armor and a heavy sword. He was no seaman.

With everyone aboard, the ship set out. Day one was quiet. There was little interaction between the crew and the strangers. The second day proved to be the same. The only change was the weather. Clouds were heavy and low. A bad storm was coming. Captain Malbane began for a harbor when the first sighting happened. The Jaws of Sorrow was following them!
 

Look_a_Unicorn

First Post
I know patience is a virtue and all, but I'm seriously hanging out to find out what happens when a party is forced to fight a pitched aquatic battle.. .especially as the Jaws can smash their ship to kindling in seconds!

So yeah, no pressure :p
 


STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 046
“Jaw vs. Maw”

The waves began to rise and the crests became a brighter white. The Dragon Maw rose and fell between swells. This storm was in the shark’s favor, not the Champions or the crew. Still, the large unnatural creature followed slowly and out to the side. It would disappear between waves but remained on the surface. It was playing with them …terrorizing them. Or was it? The two Captains would not rule off the other factor. Sahuagin. Could it be waiting for them? Would it wait for them?

Jean was ready to attack from the air but had not yet. She was waiting for the word.

The storm became stronger as the winds increased. Still the undead monster merely followed the ship. It was clearly waiting for something. But what and more importantly…when?

Then the crew lost track of it. Two minutes went by. Then five minutes. At ten the crew wondered if the creature gave up. The Champions suspected otherwise. Megamania caught himself humming rock songs to himself.

Fatal strikes
We lie on the wild side
No escape
Murder rape
Doing time on the wild side
A baby cries
A cop dies
A day’s pay on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Tragic life on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Kickin’ ass on the wild side

© Motley Crue
Girls, girls, girls
1987

Once he caught himself doing it he stopped. He feared he was cracking under the strain. This was a bad idea from the very beginning. The self-righteous Captain had went got him killed …a second time!

“Jim- go into the crow’s nest and see what you can.” Demanded as much asked The Captain.

Jim climbed up carefully. He pulled off his face mask part way just in case he got sick. The pitching of the ship made the nest sway several dozen feet. Now he was convinced the Captain truly wanted him dead and to suffer a bit first.

After reaching the top he looked long and hard. The heavy rain made it hard to see. Then the lightning began again. Even though his equipment was nylon plastics Jim was certain he would get zapped before long. He wondered if he could absorb normal lightning as well as magical. He didn’t want to find out just now. Then he saw it. The creature was on the surface several swells away. It turned his way and slowly rose and fell with the waves towards the Dragon Maw.

“HERE HE COMES!!!!” Screamed Megamania pulling out his energy pistol.

The ship’s crew braced for the worst. They couldn’t even try to swing the ship around. To do so would lead to it being overturned in a wave. The crew saw it coming now as the lightning flashed. Christina and the Champions could hear the crew scream at it. No wait- they are screaming. Christina looked over her shoulder and saw the cause- Sahuagin! Their tridents already killed three men. Men that were securing lines keeping the ship steady in the storm.

“SAHUAGIN!” Screams Christina. She tries to approach them but finds her armor counters her attempts as keeping balance. “Damn this world!”

The Captain lets fly his shield. It strikes several Sahuagin and throws them back into the raging waters. Jean is both morbidly transfixed and disgusted as its brothers in a blood rage attack the near dead creatures. She takes to the sky as planned by the winds and hard driving rain fight her boots of flying. It is as if the very world is against them. The creature has submerged having done its job of drawing attention away from the sahuagin’s first attack.

Vander steps to Christina. “Do it.” He says in a grim voice.

“Do it?”

“Magic.” His stare never leaves the Sahuagin. “Make me breathe in the water.”

Knowing this is hard for him as it is, Christina quickly gives him a potion supplied by the governor. Without guessing if it worked, Vander charges straight ahead at the Sahuagin. He crashes through the rail taking several creatures with him. His scream can not be heard over the howl of the wind.

“VANDER!” The Captain yells. He feared Vander would do this. For a professional mercenary, Vander is nearly as much of a wild cannon as Megamania. Nearly as much.

Lightning narrowly misses Megamania and instead strikes an iron tipped mast support. The sail erupts into flames and a rope and beam swing violently out of control. It slices a sahuagin and its just dead crewman in two before bouncing off of the Captains readied shield. The effort throws him dangerously near to going over board.

Megamania looks again for the shark and sees it. Along with a man swimming next to it.

HUH!?!?!

He wipes his lenses free of water and stares again. There is a man out there with him. The man is holding up his fist at the creature. Now why would a man be out here much less doing that? An instinct rides over Megamania that he acts on without thought. He leaps out of the crow’s nest and tucks his weapon into his belt under his vest just in time to reach the waters below. Fortunately, the sahuagin are very busy with Vander. He hopes the gun is still as water proofed as ever and begins to fire under the waves. Even here, he rises and falls in short dips. After taking out a few, he turns hoping he has not outlasted his luck. He swims towards the man…and the shark.

Jean has pelted three lightning bolts into the Jaws of Sorrow. It just sits there and takes it. Suddenly a green colored bead of light rises from the dark waters next to him. The fiery explosion of magic flame bursts above her. She easily has avoided it but her clothes and hair are singed and her arm is in bad shape. She begins to fly in irregular circles around the creature. There is a mage here somewhere. She thinks of a rarely used spell she knows. It stops magic on a limited level. Not very weather related but required when one is well known for weather specialization. She stops and opens her arms after finishing her last words to her spell and purple bubbles appear and surround her. Another fireball spell is released. The green bead strikes three bubbles and an audible pop is heard …with no explosion. 15 more bubbles protect her as she prepares to strike again.

Sushi and The Captain are doing well holding the sahuagin at bay. Christina does all she can to aid and heal the crew whom was defeated by the creatures. The Captain takes a critical hit from a four-armed beast that then threatens to throw him over board. Christina, half way through a healing spell, drops to her knees and finishes the spell. A wave of positive energy sweeps out from her and touches the dozen or more wounded crewmen and Sushi. The Captain’s eyes snap open as the energy waves over him. The Sahuagin had no idea what hit him as the shield swings down and critically severs his head nearly in two.
“Thankyou Priestess of Infiniti” Sushi says as he kicks another creature off the rail.

Then it happens.

The Jaws of Sorrow attacks!

The creature strikes the burning ship at the height of a wave making the ship go airborne. It crashes heavily in the waters. Cannon balls and ballista break free and toss across the deck followed by a rush of water. Many crewmen are swept over the rail. The Captain hold son but can not catch Christina or Sushi as they are carried over board. In a near panic, Christina fumbles for a potion as she begins to sink. It is very difficult for her to swallow when submerged but does so. She can see the dark shape that is Jaws slowing down and turning to make another attack.

Pushing through a red mist polluted with body parts comes Vander. He complete concentration is on the creature. Somehow he knows it comes down to the two of them. Christina holds his arm for a moment and begins to caste spells to protect and enhance him but the creature strikes!

Vander slashes the shark. Christina is too shaken to act. The six inch jagged teeth scrape and squeal on Vander’s back then come down on his leg. Vander screams then feels himself pull free …without his right leg. Christina’s armor is crushed on the teeth and she feels ribs pop and internal bleeding as it bites down. Terrified- she takes no action unlike Vander whom begins to strike in a fever pitch. The beast swallows him, Christina and chucks of its own mouth in one long greedy gulp.

“JEAN! HELP PUT OUT THIS FIRE!” Yells the Captain. He is unaware that she is in a mage duel. The fire has spread despite the heavy rains. The ship is crippled but not yet defeated. No sahuagin have attacked now in the past five minutes. The Captain figures that Vander has done his job. He hasn’t seen Megamania and fears the worse. Sushi, the first mate, begins to call out orders. The captain of the Dragon’s Maw appears to have been killed.

Megamania swims through the waves thinking about the Navy Seal training he should have done. He swims past several bodies. Bodies of crewmembers killed but not yet eaten by the sahuagin littered the sea. Not paying attention to it, Megamania continued on. There was a mystery ahead and he planned on taking care of it.

Once he cleared the section of bodies, one figure opened its eyes. A cruel smile developed and it uprights itself. The crewman’s features shifted from pale white to blue. The hair lengthened and became dark. Jarella the doppelganger assassin was there!

Christina was concentrating immediately on a quick healing spell for first herself then for Vander …poor, poor, poor Vander. Her pain was less distracting than his bellows of rage and pain as the stomach acids ate at his cleaved foot. Seawater, acid and tears streamed down his face in torrents. One tooth broke under the pressure of his clench when something struck his open wound. Even as she felt a lung expand in her chest and a rib painfully wiggle back she noticed something. There was a method to his rage. His wild thrashing and attacks were carving out huge chunks of undead flesh. He was cutting the creature open from the inside. He was going to win!

Jim was spotted by the mage when he was about ten feet away. The mage was about to do something to Jean when Jim reached him. He slugged him several times. The blows did little with no leverage behind them but the spell fizzled anyway. Jim grabbed his wrists hoping to overpower the man and drive him under and drown him. The mage’s hand glowed and suddenly Jim felt himself being pushed away. No …not pushed away …lifted away. He looked down and messed himself.

The Jaws of Sorrow had swam under him and now tried to push him away from the mage. Jim quickly let go and began to wonder why the attack was not more lethal until he saw the backside of the beast. Entire pieces were missing! Something was tearing it up from the inside out! “VANDER!” With that, a glowing falchion erupts up and through the armored plate of the head narrowly missing Megamania. The creature falters. Megamania turns to the mage and sees something truly horrifying. The Mage’s ring glowed and was pointed at the undead shark. The chunks of cut free flesh began to nit together! The ring was healing the creature! Screaming in rage, Megamania leaped from the shark and at the mage.

Vander and Christina climbed out of a hole even as it was closing. Vander was still without his foot from mid-shin down and required her aid to stumble along. He dropped to his knees and began stabbing at it with his falchion. The body trembled as his psionic gems exploded in it’s gut causing more damage. Still, it healed as commanded by the mage. Once Christina realized this she suddenly knew the horrifying truth. This mage held the very ring they were sent to get. He was using its powers over the undead to control and heal this creature.

“JIM! The ring! Get the ring!”

Jim had him in a strangle hold trying to push him under the water but the mage was a much better swimmer than he was. And strong! Jim reached for it and grasped the ring to break the mage’s fingers or anything to stop his use of it. Instead he felt glorious. It began as warmth, then feeling light then he glowed. He was absorbing the ring’s magic! The mage looked in horror now. Jim was controlling the ring …not him. This foolish man was taking his power away!

The burning continued and suddenly the mage’s hand seemed to melt in Jim’s own. The ring fell free and hit the water. The man screamed then turned with bitter hatred towards Jim. His eyes became black and his teeth folded back onto themselves. Jagged serrated teeth rose in their place. The f***er was becoming a shark screamed Jim. And indeed, he was. A ten-foot long shark with a damaged fin. Jim struck out at it even as he attacked. The explosion killed the man-shark instantly but Jim had a shark bite across his thigh that was bleeding profusely.

The Jaws of Sorrow seemed to break apart and then turned over and sank …piece by piece into the ravaged waters. Dead …again.

Below, a blue skinned humanoid with fins caught the ring. She knew its power would return. She had won. She activated her magical device and left the Plane of Dread behind her in a series of bubbles.

Nearby, a hulking figure kept swimming south. The magical device pointing him onward. He was so close, he could almost smell her sweetness. He grinned a smile that none should ever have to see.

The storm seemed to quiet a bit but did not leave. Jean figured they were in the eye of the storm now. It would get bad again in a few minutes.

Never has anyone ever understated something like this before.
 

STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 047
“The Power of Faith”

The world was red.

“Hold him down!” hollered Christina to the Jim and The Captain. Vander snarled like a wild beast as she tried to look at the bloody stub that was his right foot. The Jaws of Sorrow had bitten it off at mid-shin. It had quickly become infected with the digestive juices and the bloodied churned up waters filled with dead sailors and sahuagin.

“In your great wisdom and guidance…” began Christina while grasping her holy symbol….”May you grant me the ability to make this man whole and healthy.” She continued.

The world was red.

Narrrgh get off of me! Snarled Vander at his seen demons and tormentors. He saw not his friends. Instead he saw two mutated and heavily scarred orcs holding each of his arms. A succubus chanted and purred at his feet while a disfigured ½ orc named Ten Bites stood over him. She promised more torment once the succubus and the “fellas” were done with him. Unable to gain freedom, he finally succumbed to his inner self. His eyes went blank and emotionless.

“Goddess! He is going into shock!” exclaimed Jean leaning over him.

“Ugh! Damned freak is passing out from the pain! Don’t let go Cap!” strained Jim holding the still stiff arm in place.

The Captain never did since the deadly falchion was held within the very hand before him.

“Weave his fate-line oh great mistress of the realities. Nit and wield his body, mind and soul” continued Christina with great concentration. The bleeding had at last stopped and the swelling seemed to subside.

“How much longer?” demanded Jim in complete aspiration.

“Weave…Nit…. Make whole….”

The bone seemed to lose its sharp edge first. Then it began to grow. Pulsing energy washed over his body. It originated from her holy symbol of Infiniti, the Goddess of the Realities. Smaller beads of white spread from the completed two bones of his shin.

Jim threw up instantly.

Yellow fat tissues and reddish pink muscles began to grow next. Arteries spread out like a red pulsing web of life. These ended as capillaries at the toes. New lines of the web grew back up the leg as veins. These reconnected to the existing veins. The tissue built up further then skin began to stretch and mold. Jim had a dry heave but kept a weak hold on the stiff arm of Vander. Finally hair and nails grew back. The nails were in need of work but intact. Completely exhausted, Christina slumped down and finally passed out herself at his feet. Jean carefully rolled her limp body off of Vander and to the side being careful of the wet floor.

Looking at each other in both fear and preparation, The Captain and Megamania loosened their grip on Vander’s arms. They hung off the deck for about 10 seconds before falling to the wood floor. His falchion bouncing away from his grasp. Still with a blank look, Vander fingered for his lost extension of himself. The Captain carefully nudged the weapon to his hand. Once he grasped it he lay very still and quiet.

Jim went and washed up. Now he was convinced he had seen everything there was to ever see. Later, he would recall those false words.

Sushi, the first mate now captain of the Dragon’s Maw, began to call out orders to the few survivors he had left. He advised someone should take Christina and Vander below deck. The others were to work with the crew. The eye was nearly passed. The storm’s high winds would begin again along with its lightning.

It was Jim whom saw it first. It was always him whom saw things first. The storm seemed to be making way for something. Something coming at them. Though the storm parted for it, the darkness seemed more complete and thorough. Then he saw why.

“oh …sh**…. How the hell…how the f***ing hell…?!?!?”

Fearing the undead shark had returned, the Captain rushed to Jim’s side. Instead he saw the hulking beast known as… Brute Master.

They had faced this incredibly and unnaturally strong creature once before. It nearly killed the Captain and Vander with its bare hands. But that was on another world…another reality. What was it doing here? And now? WHY NOW?!?
 

STRIKEFORCE: MORITURI
SEGMENT 048
“The Power of Ravenloft”

Jean hit him with two Lightning bolts…the last she had. He shrugged it off cursing at her. A ballista struck his shoulder nearly taking his arm off. He pulled it free and with new vigor, paddled onward to the ship. He was becoming stronger somehow!

“See if Vander or Christina are awake. We’ll need them.” Called out the Captain to a crewmember. His voice involved no argument.

“What manner of creature…?” stammered the shocked Sushi. “If one is measured by the foes one has, you are amongst the mightiest and most powerful persons on the seas!”

The hulking beast master continued to swim directly at the weakened ship. Then the water current changed. At first no one noticed. Then the Maestro slows down. The waters were beginning a high swirl. Unbothered by the sudden watery sinkhole, he struck the ship. Wooden blanks burst and shattered. Water came in quickly.

=stop this you hulking monster of destruction=

“Not now!” snarled the greenish grey brute. Then he stopped. “Banner?”

A bolt of lightning, blackish purple lightning comes in from high and drives through the creature. To the others, he is stunned. To him, he feels like he is being torn apart. The waters begin to pick up speed and the watery funnel becomes apparent to those on board the Dragon’s Maw. A crewman falls off the edge but is grabbed by the Captain before falling over completely.

The ship is traveling very quickly and on a steep 45-degree angle. The beast below is caught in the center…stunned and seemly talking to himself.

The ship seems to be escaping him now. He snaps out of it and howls with rage at the ship and the Champions of Infiniti on board. A green pulsing light forms in a ring surrounding the whirlpool. As the ship touches the light it is repulsed and the ship is held fast. More planks break under the strain.

“Not good” is all Jim aka Megamania can say. He opens fire on the beast. The shots cause minor damage. “Not f***ing good”.

“It’s the Dark Lords Captain. The Dread Plane wants him and will take him. As such, we can become trapped with him.” Says Christina weakly from the stairway. “His evil is fueling the storm …his unique psyche is reforming the land and environment.”

“What do you mean?”

The forces that regulate this reality- they are devoid of the imagination needed to expand their evil. They need others to expand on it. Evil others. Somehow, perhaps through them, the Beast Master has arrived here to combat us. The very land is fueling his evil and hate. But at the same token, he will reshape this area into his own personal hell. That, which makes him evil, will become his prison. He will be the ultimate gate keeper- he can trap us here forever if he so wishes. We need to leave- NOW. Now before he understands his powers and their limits.”

“What should we do? I understand nothing of this.” The Captain is fearful and stressed. This is a battle he senses he may be unable to battle.


“We lost the artifact. An agent of the gaunt man gathered it while we fought the shark. Our mission is a failure. We have no reason to remain. We need to get together and leave.” She says waving for everyone to join her with the still unconscience Vander below deck.

A few moments later, even as ground begins to form under his massive body, the Champions once more escape the Brute Master. With them gone, the ship tosses itself free of his will and escapes him also. In a rage, he goes after the ship. As he reaches the green rings of energy his body begins to shrink and lighten in color. “NOOOOO! Not Banner!” He swims back to the sandy dry land in fright. NOOOOOO!

Thus a new Dread Lord is created. A brute of incredible strength. Cursed to remain within his desert. If he ever tries to leave, he must become a puny skinny normal man. A weak man. Heroes will rise within the desert. A young bard known only as Jonz with his wife and possible Vistanti- Marlo. A woman known only as Betty whom can do no direct harm to him and vice versa.

Welcome to Ravenloft.
 

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