Struggle and Strife- A scarred lands storyhour
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The Power of Death (from the Secret and Societies sourcebook, IIRC) gives you the ability to pick up the Assassin prestige class, without having to kill someone for the sole purpose of joining, and you don't have to be evil. In other words, Torn can now take the prestige class and use rise in levels as an Assassin while keeping his CN alignment.
Furthermore, once he delivers it to the Bat Devil, the Scaled Ones will be able to do the same... Making them even more powerful than they already are.
And now, on to the next update!
Furthermore, once he delivers it to the Bat Devil, the Scaled Ones will be able to do the same... Making them even more powerful than they already are.
And now, on to the next update!
Lars Frehse
First Post
The Bat and the Dream- part 3
The news came as a shock to all of them. None of them doubted that Torn's dream had indeed been sent by his ancestors. For Jan and Niklas this brought up horrible memories. After their escape from their home, concentrating on learning their new professions as refugees in Durrover city, they had cradled the hope that their parents had escaped somehow as well.
Many nights which they spent on hard bunks in the fortress and the monastry, as they were slowly growing from boys to men, each of them had fantasized that any time now the door of the small cell would burst open and the burly figure of their father would come in, hug them and tell them an ecxiting and unbelievable story on how he had bested the Dragoons and made it here. But with each night that the doorframe remained empty, a little bit of hope had melted away, like polar ice that had drifted too far south, and eventually, they moved on, leaving the fantasies and hope behind.
But now they heard that it wasn't over yet after all! They had a chance to meet their father. No, it was more than a chance- it was their duty to safe him.
They took their horses and rode south to the nearest village with an inn. There they rented a room, and impatiently waited for the sun to set and night to fall. And when it was dark, they went to their rooms and to all of them, sleep came like a drug.
The next thing they knew, they were all standing in the middle of an grove of apple trees at night, and with them were two halforcs who both looked a lot like Torn. From what he had told them, they recognized them as his father and grandfather, and grandfather was the first to speak:" So, do you want to go into the realms and save the villagers.".
He waited until all five of them had expressed their agreement and then continued:" Good then. Are there any questions?"
"Yes,", Jan answered "how can we safe our parents and the other villagers?"
Torn's father answered:" There is no one single way to do anything here. This is the realm of dreams. There are no rigid rules or structures. You will have to find a way.".
"There is one more thing I would like to know before we move on", Niklas said."Who spoke that terrible curse?"
"I don't know his name, but I saw him. He was a tall and broad shouldered human, and he had a thick, red and wild beard. He wore a black fullplate like the Dragoons, and he was wieding a huge warscepter."
Seeing that they had no further questions for now, Torn's father nodded and suddenly the heroes found themselves standing on a green field flooded with sunlight. Blinded by the sudden light, they shielded their eyes, and once their sight had adopted, they saw that they were standing in front of a metal gate.
Everything seemed real: they felt the heat of the sunlight on their clothing, a light breeze ruffling their hair and the ground beneath them felt as real as it did outside of the dreamworld. They were all dressed and equipped like they would be in the real world, too: Jan wore his shining suit of platemail with the proud symbol of Corean on front, Niklas wore his monk's robe, and so on.
Remembering that he was practically in a dream, Jan focused his mind on a horse. If he concentrated hard enough, he should be able to shape this dream according to his wishes. He closed his mind, but then, just as his mind was about to fully imagine a horse, for some reason his concentration slipped, and he thought of the duck he had for dinner before going to bed. And as he opened his eyes again, there was a living duck standing in front of him. The bird looked at him inquisitively and quacked once, as if to make a point.
"Now where did the duck come from?", Ben asked.
Jan gestured in apology:" I wished myself a horse, but somehow my mind slipped, and now I have this duck."
"Quack!", said the duck, offering it's own point of view.
Immediately, the others picked up the concept, and so the following happened in quick succession: Niklas, who was annoyed by his brother's playing around in a situation like this, succeeded in making the duck agressive, and the duck, in turn, flapped it's wings and quack-quacked repeatedly and angrily at the Paladin. While Jan tried to make the duck disappear with the strength of his will, Trepat did the same thing, but his fantasy ran wild for a second, and suddenly there were twenty very upset ducks creating a pandemonium of noise and fluttering feathers.
Ben stomped his foot, trying to shout over the noise of the ducks:" Could you guys please let those who have experience in mental discipline handle this? Thank you!"
And then, he went into himself, forgot the noise around him, and made the ducks disappear.
"Now, let us please go and search the villagers. And stop that nonsense", he added.
They went through the gate and now they all recognized where they were. To the west, beyond the fields they were standing in, they saw the Kelders, their peaks apparently stripped of their white cloaks by a long heatspell, and closer to them, there was a village at the foot of a hill on top of which there was a small castle.
They were standing just a mile outside of Oreirover, however here, the houses were still standing, the fields weren't abandoned and the castle was no ruin: This was Oreirover the way it had been the summer of the attack, and nothing bad seemed to have ever happened to this place.
The dusty road to the village lead through the fields, and after they had passed half the distance, they came upon farmer Rowan. Jan and Niklas remembered him: he was a nice guy in his fifties who had stayed unmarried throughout his life and he was taking care of some fields which belonged to the Baron. Like everything else, he too looked like he had in the Vangalot of 142 AV.
Leaning on his pitchfork, he looked calmly and curiously at the visitiors, until suddenly, recognition lit his lazy eyes up a bit:"Hey Mr Elf, sir! Trepat, right?"
Trepat, who suddenly realized that he was indeed the only one who pretty much looked the same as he had looked nine years ago, at least to human eyes, raised his hand in greetings:" A good day to you, too!".
"It's been a while, hasn't it! Glad you found your way back here."
"Good to see you, too, Rowan", Jan said cheerfully.
The farmer seemed unfazed by having his name being mentioned:" Sir Paladin, I am sorry, but I don't know you. And I am sure that I would recognize you had I ever met you before, what with your shiny armor and your red beard."
"But I am Jan, the smith's son!"
Old Rowan scratched the dark stubbles in his face:" His son? You are here because of the son? Wait, yes, now I see. You do look alike. You must be the real father, coming here to pick him up! Well, that is news. You can be sure that the smith raised him in the ways of Corean, yes, sir, he did. Now, that is...".
Jan interrupted the man:" No. Don't you understand? I AM Jan.".
Rowan now looked at him without any understanding:" Good sir. Don't try to make fun of me. The two boys are with their father now."
"But we were boys nine years ago, when the Dragoons attacked, don't you see?"
The farmer now shook his head, reacting the way he would have reacted to an April's fool:" Ah, you shouldn't jest like that, sir. Why, the battle had been a while ago, but nine years. No. Certainly not. Else, the boys wouldn't be boys anymore, now, would they?".
Before Jan could go on, Trepat and Torn tucked at his sleeves. "Ah, there is no point to that", Torn said."We should rather try our luck with your father himself".
Jan agreed. There was no point in debating any longer with old Rowan. They waved goodbye to him, and he returned to his fieldwork, and then they walked into the small village square. There, in front of the smithery, they saw Harket Palek, the man who had raised them, hammering away at a plow. With him, holding the plow in position with pliers, there were the twelve and thirteen year old selves of both Jan and Niklas.
The news came as a shock to all of them. None of them doubted that Torn's dream had indeed been sent by his ancestors. For Jan and Niklas this brought up horrible memories. After their escape from their home, concentrating on learning their new professions as refugees in Durrover city, they had cradled the hope that their parents had escaped somehow as well.
Many nights which they spent on hard bunks in the fortress and the monastry, as they were slowly growing from boys to men, each of them had fantasized that any time now the door of the small cell would burst open and the burly figure of their father would come in, hug them and tell them an ecxiting and unbelievable story on how he had bested the Dragoons and made it here. But with each night that the doorframe remained empty, a little bit of hope had melted away, like polar ice that had drifted too far south, and eventually, they moved on, leaving the fantasies and hope behind.
But now they heard that it wasn't over yet after all! They had a chance to meet their father. No, it was more than a chance- it was their duty to safe him.
They took their horses and rode south to the nearest village with an inn. There they rented a room, and impatiently waited for the sun to set and night to fall. And when it was dark, they went to their rooms and to all of them, sleep came like a drug.
The next thing they knew, they were all standing in the middle of an grove of apple trees at night, and with them were two halforcs who both looked a lot like Torn. From what he had told them, they recognized them as his father and grandfather, and grandfather was the first to speak:" So, do you want to go into the realms and save the villagers.".
He waited until all five of them had expressed their agreement and then continued:" Good then. Are there any questions?"
"Yes,", Jan answered "how can we safe our parents and the other villagers?"
Torn's father answered:" There is no one single way to do anything here. This is the realm of dreams. There are no rigid rules or structures. You will have to find a way.".
"There is one more thing I would like to know before we move on", Niklas said."Who spoke that terrible curse?"
"I don't know his name, but I saw him. He was a tall and broad shouldered human, and he had a thick, red and wild beard. He wore a black fullplate like the Dragoons, and he was wieding a huge warscepter."
Seeing that they had no further questions for now, Torn's father nodded and suddenly the heroes found themselves standing on a green field flooded with sunlight. Blinded by the sudden light, they shielded their eyes, and once their sight had adopted, they saw that they were standing in front of a metal gate.
Everything seemed real: they felt the heat of the sunlight on their clothing, a light breeze ruffling their hair and the ground beneath them felt as real as it did outside of the dreamworld. They were all dressed and equipped like they would be in the real world, too: Jan wore his shining suit of platemail with the proud symbol of Corean on front, Niklas wore his monk's robe, and so on.
Remembering that he was practically in a dream, Jan focused his mind on a horse. If he concentrated hard enough, he should be able to shape this dream according to his wishes. He closed his mind, but then, just as his mind was about to fully imagine a horse, for some reason his concentration slipped, and he thought of the duck he had for dinner before going to bed. And as he opened his eyes again, there was a living duck standing in front of him. The bird looked at him inquisitively and quacked once, as if to make a point.
"Now where did the duck come from?", Ben asked.
Jan gestured in apology:" I wished myself a horse, but somehow my mind slipped, and now I have this duck."
"Quack!", said the duck, offering it's own point of view.
Immediately, the others picked up the concept, and so the following happened in quick succession: Niklas, who was annoyed by his brother's playing around in a situation like this, succeeded in making the duck agressive, and the duck, in turn, flapped it's wings and quack-quacked repeatedly and angrily at the Paladin. While Jan tried to make the duck disappear with the strength of his will, Trepat did the same thing, but his fantasy ran wild for a second, and suddenly there were twenty very upset ducks creating a pandemonium of noise and fluttering feathers.
Ben stomped his foot, trying to shout over the noise of the ducks:" Could you guys please let those who have experience in mental discipline handle this? Thank you!"
And then, he went into himself, forgot the noise around him, and made the ducks disappear.
"Now, let us please go and search the villagers. And stop that nonsense", he added.
They went through the gate and now they all recognized where they were. To the west, beyond the fields they were standing in, they saw the Kelders, their peaks apparently stripped of their white cloaks by a long heatspell, and closer to them, there was a village at the foot of a hill on top of which there was a small castle.
They were standing just a mile outside of Oreirover, however here, the houses were still standing, the fields weren't abandoned and the castle was no ruin: This was Oreirover the way it had been the summer of the attack, and nothing bad seemed to have ever happened to this place.
The dusty road to the village lead through the fields, and after they had passed half the distance, they came upon farmer Rowan. Jan and Niklas remembered him: he was a nice guy in his fifties who had stayed unmarried throughout his life and he was taking care of some fields which belonged to the Baron. Like everything else, he too looked like he had in the Vangalot of 142 AV.
Leaning on his pitchfork, he looked calmly and curiously at the visitiors, until suddenly, recognition lit his lazy eyes up a bit:"Hey Mr Elf, sir! Trepat, right?"
Trepat, who suddenly realized that he was indeed the only one who pretty much looked the same as he had looked nine years ago, at least to human eyes, raised his hand in greetings:" A good day to you, too!".
"It's been a while, hasn't it! Glad you found your way back here."
"Good to see you, too, Rowan", Jan said cheerfully.
The farmer seemed unfazed by having his name being mentioned:" Sir Paladin, I am sorry, but I don't know you. And I am sure that I would recognize you had I ever met you before, what with your shiny armor and your red beard."
"But I am Jan, the smith's son!"
Old Rowan scratched the dark stubbles in his face:" His son? You are here because of the son? Wait, yes, now I see. You do look alike. You must be the real father, coming here to pick him up! Well, that is news. You can be sure that the smith raised him in the ways of Corean, yes, sir, he did. Now, that is...".
Jan interrupted the man:" No. Don't you understand? I AM Jan.".
Rowan now looked at him without any understanding:" Good sir. Don't try to make fun of me. The two boys are with their father now."
"But we were boys nine years ago, when the Dragoons attacked, don't you see?"
The farmer now shook his head, reacting the way he would have reacted to an April's fool:" Ah, you shouldn't jest like that, sir. Why, the battle had been a while ago, but nine years. No. Certainly not. Else, the boys wouldn't be boys anymore, now, would they?".
Before Jan could go on, Trepat and Torn tucked at his sleeves. "Ah, there is no point to that", Torn said."We should rather try our luck with your father himself".
Jan agreed. There was no point in debating any longer with old Rowan. They waved goodbye to him, and he returned to his fieldwork, and then they walked into the small village square. There, in front of the smithery, they saw Harket Palek, the man who had raised them, hammering away at a plow. With him, holding the plow in position with pliers, there were the twelve and thirteen year old selves of both Jan and Niklas.
I am so yoinking that for when I do a campaign with a dream world. Lars Frehse
First Post
Glad you liked it! I basically made up a house-rule for changing your surroundings in the realm of dreams.
If you want something, roll Willpower, DC 15: On a success, you get what you want. If you miss by more than 10 (that is if you get below 5) something weird happens. (Like the duck). If you roll a natural 1, something bad happens. (You can't walk, or you are naked, or you are falling... Random nightmare stuff).
And now, back to the story. The strange thing is, that even though the session was rather short, I have to do a lot of writing to tell what has happened. Describing concepts like a dream-world do take more explanation than a dungeon crawl, it seems... This means that this chapter will take five updates, and here comes number 4.
If you want something, roll Willpower, DC 15: On a success, you get what you want. If you miss by more than 10 (that is if you get below 5) something weird happens. (Like the duck). If you roll a natural 1, something bad happens. (You can't walk, or you are naked, or you are falling... Random nightmare stuff).
And now, back to the story. The strange thing is, that even though the session was rather short, I have to do a lot of writing to tell what has happened. Describing concepts like a dream-world do take more explanation than a dungeon crawl, it seems... This means that this chapter will take five updates, and here comes number 4.
Lars Frehse
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The bat and the dream- part 4 of 5
For a moment, the friends exchanged puzzled looks as the old Palek put down his hammer next to the anvil, wiped his sweaty hands on his Schürze and then asked: "Good day! Can I help you?"
From then on, the conversation quickly deterioated. The smith was not ready to believe that the grown men in front of him were his sons, sins his sons were standing right next to him, and Jan's offer to "Take the villagers to Corean" was interpreted as a threat as well. It was then, that the smith ordered them to leave or else, and they went over to the village's inn to consider a new strategy.
In it, there was only Sorly, the owner, and after a quick talk, all but Niklas decided to go up to the castle and try to convince the Baron. If they could convince him, he should be able to use his influence on the villagers. Niklas, however, wanted to stay in the village. He couldn't accept that his father had not recognized him, but he felt that his mother would recognize him. She was his mom, after all, and she just had to see the truth.
So, they split. Niklas went around the his family's house. In the front, there was the smithery, but in the back was the little two story house in which he had grown up. And there, leaning out of the kitchen window, watering the flowers in the baskets that were dangling next to the window.
He swallowed hard, and when he was sure that he had succesfully battled the tears that were welling up inside of him he greeted her.
His mother looked up, and then he started telling her everything he could remember that only he and his mother could know. He started talking, and she listened, as he poured out the many secrets that only they had shared.
Meanwhile, the others arrived at the castle gate. The guards, seeing the symbol of Corean on Jan's chest, saluted and let them pass, informing them that the Baron was in his banquet hall in the keep. They went over the courtyard, noticing that ever since their arrival the sun hadn't moved one inch from it's midday height.
The Baron sat in a cool, sparsely furnished hall, where he welcomed them. He remembered both Trepat and Ben, and being a devout follower of Corean, he was especially happy to welcome Jan. After having ordered his servants to prepare rooms for his exalted guest and his retinue, he settled down with them around a big table, on which servants were putting wine, ale, fruit, bread, meat and cheese.
Once they were set, Jan asked the Baron whether he had noticed anything strange lately, and the Baron answered: „No. You know how it is here, one day is pretty much the same as any other one. It is a repetive, boring life. I am certain you could tell much more exciting stories than I could!“
„If I may speak, sir,“, Torn asked Jan, and after the Paladin, who was surprised by the halforcs manners, nodded, he continued: „Sir, we came here with a mission, and if you give us the opportunity to ask you some questions, we may fulfill our mission.“.
The Baron agreed, and for the next hours, they systematically questioned the nobleman, disturbing him more and more. How long has it been since he had celebrated new years day for the last time? Could he remember his last birthday? The time when the harvest was brought in? Surely many summers must have past since the attack on the castle, but could he really remember any winters?
Meanwhile, Niklas was finished listing all the intimate moments he could remember to his mother. While he had been talking, she had been listening intently, not interupting once. As he stood there, at the back of his old house, his mother leaning on the windowsill, he began to wonder whether his mother would react at all, as she finally spoke: „Listen, I don’t know how long you must have been sneaking after me and my family to find all this out. But let me tell you this, and I will tell you only once: My sons are working with their father right now, and I want you to leave right now.“
„But mother!“, Niklas cried out, but she was already closing the window, locking them shut. As he should there, powerless, he saw how she shouted something, and soon afterwards, his father and the two kids were in the kitchen. As his father spot him, he tore open the backdoor, and while he was threatening him with his sledge hammer and his head was red with fury, he shouted: „Get away from here right now! Or I will have to use this hammer on your head!“.
Niklas turned away, his arms useless weights which were pulling down his shoulders, and step by step, he walked off. In his back, he felt the furious presence of his father receding behind him, and he walked to the small stream between the castle and the village.
This wasn’t how he had imagined the reunion with his family would be like. When he was a kid, he had always been jealous of the affection and kindness his brother would attract. He never let that jealousy get the better of him, and he loved Jan like he would love him were he his brother in blood as well, yet he had always been vulnerable to rejection.
And now here he was. He had met both his parents again, and his mother had closed the window on him, and his father had threatened him with a sledge hammer. No, this was definetly much worse than anything he could have thought of.
Niklas sat down next to the small streamlet for a while and watched the water merely wetting the stones in the middle of it’s bed. This had been his private place when he had been a kid, insecure whether his parents maybe loved his strikingly charming adopted brother more than they did him, and now he sat there again, the same old question coming up again after all those year.
He sighed deeply and then got up, walked over the small bridge and up the path to the castle on the hill. He payed no heed to his surroundings, deeply lost in his thought, as suddenly, he heard a faint hissing, gurgling sound coming from the right. Still walking, he turned his head, and there, amidst bushes, grass and small stones, he saw a strange vortex that was made of grey oozy matter and about a foot in diameter.
The vortex looked strange, alien, and every bush, stone or patch of earth it touched was sucked into it, completely disappearing. Niklas stood still, mesmerized by the alien phenomena, as suddenly a multicolored bolt shot out of the vortex, towards him. Immediately, his training took over, and he rolled out of the way, as the bolt shot past him and made the tree it hit completely disappear. He turned around again, and the vortex was gone, but where it had been and around it, the land had been replaced by the shapeless, alien oozy material the vortex had been made of.
He got up, and after dusting off his robe, he ran up the hill. He had to run threehundred yards up the hill to get to the castle, and as he ran through the gate, he was panting heavily and his cloak was soaked with sweat. In the courtyard, Niklas saw his friends and the Baron just coming out of the front door.
He ran the last yards and after greeting the Baron he said: „It has begun! This place is falling apart!“.
For a moment, the friends exchanged puzzled looks as the old Palek put down his hammer next to the anvil, wiped his sweaty hands on his Schürze and then asked: "Good day! Can I help you?"
From then on, the conversation quickly deterioated. The smith was not ready to believe that the grown men in front of him were his sons, sins his sons were standing right next to him, and Jan's offer to "Take the villagers to Corean" was interpreted as a threat as well. It was then, that the smith ordered them to leave or else, and they went over to the village's inn to consider a new strategy.
In it, there was only Sorly, the owner, and after a quick talk, all but Niklas decided to go up to the castle and try to convince the Baron. If they could convince him, he should be able to use his influence on the villagers. Niklas, however, wanted to stay in the village. He couldn't accept that his father had not recognized him, but he felt that his mother would recognize him. She was his mom, after all, and she just had to see the truth.
So, they split. Niklas went around the his family's house. In the front, there was the smithery, but in the back was the little two story house in which he had grown up. And there, leaning out of the kitchen window, watering the flowers in the baskets that were dangling next to the window.
He swallowed hard, and when he was sure that he had succesfully battled the tears that were welling up inside of him he greeted her.
His mother looked up, and then he started telling her everything he could remember that only he and his mother could know. He started talking, and she listened, as he poured out the many secrets that only they had shared.
Meanwhile, the others arrived at the castle gate. The guards, seeing the symbol of Corean on Jan's chest, saluted and let them pass, informing them that the Baron was in his banquet hall in the keep. They went over the courtyard, noticing that ever since their arrival the sun hadn't moved one inch from it's midday height.
The Baron sat in a cool, sparsely furnished hall, where he welcomed them. He remembered both Trepat and Ben, and being a devout follower of Corean, he was especially happy to welcome Jan. After having ordered his servants to prepare rooms for his exalted guest and his retinue, he settled down with them around a big table, on which servants were putting wine, ale, fruit, bread, meat and cheese.
Once they were set, Jan asked the Baron whether he had noticed anything strange lately, and the Baron answered: „No. You know how it is here, one day is pretty much the same as any other one. It is a repetive, boring life. I am certain you could tell much more exciting stories than I could!“
„If I may speak, sir,“, Torn asked Jan, and after the Paladin, who was surprised by the halforcs manners, nodded, he continued: „Sir, we came here with a mission, and if you give us the opportunity to ask you some questions, we may fulfill our mission.“.
The Baron agreed, and for the next hours, they systematically questioned the nobleman, disturbing him more and more. How long has it been since he had celebrated new years day for the last time? Could he remember his last birthday? The time when the harvest was brought in? Surely many summers must have past since the attack on the castle, but could he really remember any winters?
Meanwhile, Niklas was finished listing all the intimate moments he could remember to his mother. While he had been talking, she had been listening intently, not interupting once. As he stood there, at the back of his old house, his mother leaning on the windowsill, he began to wonder whether his mother would react at all, as she finally spoke: „Listen, I don’t know how long you must have been sneaking after me and my family to find all this out. But let me tell you this, and I will tell you only once: My sons are working with their father right now, and I want you to leave right now.“
„But mother!“, Niklas cried out, but she was already closing the window, locking them shut. As he should there, powerless, he saw how she shouted something, and soon afterwards, his father and the two kids were in the kitchen. As his father spot him, he tore open the backdoor, and while he was threatening him with his sledge hammer and his head was red with fury, he shouted: „Get away from here right now! Or I will have to use this hammer on your head!“.
Niklas turned away, his arms useless weights which were pulling down his shoulders, and step by step, he walked off. In his back, he felt the furious presence of his father receding behind him, and he walked to the small stream between the castle and the village.
This wasn’t how he had imagined the reunion with his family would be like. When he was a kid, he had always been jealous of the affection and kindness his brother would attract. He never let that jealousy get the better of him, and he loved Jan like he would love him were he his brother in blood as well, yet he had always been vulnerable to rejection.
And now here he was. He had met both his parents again, and his mother had closed the window on him, and his father had threatened him with a sledge hammer. No, this was definetly much worse than anything he could have thought of.
Niklas sat down next to the small streamlet for a while and watched the water merely wetting the stones in the middle of it’s bed. This had been his private place when he had been a kid, insecure whether his parents maybe loved his strikingly charming adopted brother more than they did him, and now he sat there again, the same old question coming up again after all those year.
He sighed deeply and then got up, walked over the small bridge and up the path to the castle on the hill. He payed no heed to his surroundings, deeply lost in his thought, as suddenly, he heard a faint hissing, gurgling sound coming from the right. Still walking, he turned his head, and there, amidst bushes, grass and small stones, he saw a strange vortex that was made of grey oozy matter and about a foot in diameter.
The vortex looked strange, alien, and every bush, stone or patch of earth it touched was sucked into it, completely disappearing. Niklas stood still, mesmerized by the alien phenomena, as suddenly a multicolored bolt shot out of the vortex, towards him. Immediately, his training took over, and he rolled out of the way, as the bolt shot past him and made the tree it hit completely disappear. He turned around again, and the vortex was gone, but where it had been and around it, the land had been replaced by the shapeless, alien oozy material the vortex had been made of.
He got up, and after dusting off his robe, he ran up the hill. He had to run threehundred yards up the hill to get to the castle, and as he ran through the gate, he was panting heavily and his cloak was soaked with sweat. In the courtyard, Niklas saw his friends and the Baron just coming out of the front door.
He ran the last yards and after greeting the Baron he said: „It has begun! This place is falling apart!“.
Oh no, it's the Nothing! 
I was thinking of making it a concentration check, with a slightly higher DC, but then I realized I didn't want to make it impossible for those without any ranks in it, while making it not super-easy for those that do have ranks in it. Maybe your Willpower check is best after all.
I was thinking of making it a concentration check, with a slightly higher DC, but then I realized I didn't want to make it impossible for those without any ranks in it, while making it not super-easy for those that do have ranks in it. Maybe your Willpower check is best after all.
Oh no, it's the Nothing!
I was thinking of making it a concentration check, with a slightly higher DC, but then I realized I didn't want to make it impossible for those without any ranks in it, while making it not super-easy for those that do have ranks in it. Maybe your Willpower check is best after all.
I was thinking of making it a concentration check, with a slightly higher DC, but then I realized I didn't want to make it impossible for those without any ranks in it, while making it not super-easy for those that do have ranks in it. Maybe your Willpower check is best after all.
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