The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep- UPDATED 6/6
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Lela
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arwink said:
The kobold in the party wanted to pee in an ale barrel to get back at a tavern keeper. The rest of the party objected
I think Blarth didn't have too much of a problem with it. He almost understood.
I did want to apologize arwink. I can't seem to get your name right no matter what I do. Sorry.
And Doc, I know you have the envilope. I can see your name. . .
Neverwinter Knight
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Doc, I really love this pic!!! One, it is really fitting for a kobold drawing and second, it is one that I could have drawn myself.Dr Midnight said:
Note to self: Does that mean I identify myself with Meepo? I sure hope not.
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Lela,Lela said:
is there a story hour you don't read?
Wee Jas
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We wanted to take her alive but she actually gated back in right next to me and hit me. (All Docs NPCs have LICH-RADAR after all) The Eco fight took under a minute.. She actually only got 1 swing off. She was ready to cast Inprisionment on me... THAT woulda been BAD!
Doc always gives Kizzlorn credit for my ideas.. lol. Then Kizz orders me around in the story lik a lapdog and my knights always obey her like she took the leadership feat! Damn you Doc! /whine
Mnn.. I use that insted of Harm. I love the visual. I'm not usually a fan of Relics and Rituals but that spell is just Slay Living with a small range and its 2 levels higher. Also that book has some good Death cleric spells I use for flavor that Doc might remember.. or he might not.
Peered? Heck, he wrote that! (I don't use anything from that book)
Hmm, hope nobody minds that the banished God's only guard was just slain. No way *that's* going to come back and bite them in the butt, nope nope...
And man, the Lich is moving higher and higher on my list of character to play. How did you get together the money for that process, Wee Jas? Just normal accumulation at whatever level you were (I forget)?
And man, the Lich is moving higher and higher on my list of character to play.
How did you get together the money for that process, Wee Jas? Just normal accumulation at whatever level you were (I forget)?
Nail
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One presumes they'll have to kill the god in order to get the artifact......so who cares if the god's guardian is dead too?Talix said:Hmm, hope nobody minds that the banished God's only guard was just slain. No way *that's* going to come back and bite them in the butt, nope nope...
The Perils of playing High Level.
Neverwinter Knight
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OK, more to come... Come on, Doc, I'm beginning to sense some people starting to loose faith here... Better post a.s.a.p.... Damnit, need to know... Meepo = Demogorgon... Dydd was a she... Kizzlorn likes demonesses... Vek likes to play Hearts... Edge is a half-dragon/half-halfling, my calculation misses a quarter of a person...Dr Midnight said:
Damnit, Doc, I'm losing it! Post soon...
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They stepped through the Gate. They found themselves in a space bounded by smoothed rock creating a roughly forty foot diameter area. One wide opening led to another unlighted chamber. Frayed pillows covered the floor, worn tapestries lined the walls, and dimly gleaming lamps glowed wanly from leaning and toppled stone columns. Amid the pillows lay long-broken and scattered harps, horns, and other musical instruments. Two partly humanoid figures lay forlornly amid the pillows. One hummed a dreary tune, the other fingered broken strings on a lute. Their lower halves were snakelike, and they had multicolored wings.
They looked up and sneered. “The council has declared that our lord must die- they send assassins! KILL THEM!” They flew at the Knights and were dispatched without any real trouble.
Then, from the darkness beyond the room came a booming voice: “WHO COMES TO THE PRISON OF DESAYEUS?” Through this walked a hulking human form, perfect in form, with a thick beard and piercing eyes. His muscled chest rippled as he stepped into the room. In his hands he held a warhammer that must have been twelve feet long. Its head glowed with flickering energy. About his neck was a broken piece of a stone medallion on a chain.
“Desayeus. We come in peace. Your followers attacked us.”
“STATE YOUR BUSINESS,” the fallen god commanded.
“We need the Soul Totem.”
“YOU MAY NOT HAVE IT. LEAVE, BEFORE I AM ANGERED.”
“I’m afraid that’s not the right answer,” Vek said boldly. “We need that Soul Totem. The fate of our world rests upon it.”
“ALL I HAVE LEFT IS THIS FRAGMENT OF MY SOUL TOTEM,” Desayeus said, touching the chunk of stone about his neck. “THIS PROVIDED ME ENTRY TO THE BASTION OF UNBORN SOULS, AND IT STILL GIVES ME SOME MEASURE OF POWER HERE. IT IS PRECIOUS TO ME. I VALUE IT ABOVE ALL OTHER THINGS. NOW, FOR THE LAST TIME, I COMMAND YOU TO…”
Edge sprang from his place on the ground and sprinted across the distance to the god. He leapt twenty feet into the air and landed on Desayeus’s chest. He snatched the Soul Totem with his hands and flipped over Desayeus’s head, removing the Totem necklace in one motion. He landed lightly on his feet and began to run back.
“NOOOOO!!” The fallen god’s hammer smashed the ground where Edge had been only a moment before. The god gnashed his teeth and ran with blinding speed to the doorway, blocking it almost entirely with his body, prepared to smash anything into paste with his warhammer.
Broldek strolled up and laid into him. He cut deeply, but the hammer came swinging down and bashed him aside. Dartan ducked a hammerblow and jabbed his sword into the deity’s gut. Kizzlorn roasted him within a firestorm, and Oaken yelled “Dartan, Vek, hit it hard, then get away- I’ll finish him off!”
Vek cursed the giant, and green fire swirled about him. Dartan the Godless bellowed and swung his sword through a god, severing the arms holding the hammer. Oaken clutched his hands in the air and pulled downward, and the ceiling caved in on Desayeus. His dying scream rang throughout the cavern.
“Everyone out!” Oaken shouted. They leaped through the doorway over the rubble. Thousands of tons of rock collapsed inward just after they left, and the prison of the fallen, dead god Desayeus was obliterated. They lay about outside the Gate, with dust billowing from the portal over them.
Vek sat up. “Is everyone here?”
The others counted, and yes, everyone was present and mostly unharmed.
“Is everyTHING here?”
Edge held up the Soul Totem, smiling.
Oaken stood up. “That was a fine piece of work, my friend.”
Kizzlorn agreed. “Well done. You hit the ground before he knew what was happening.”
“For you, Mistress Kizzlorn,” the halfling said, bowing to present the Totem to Kizz.
Vek loomed over him. “Do you mind if I hold the Soul Totem? For safekeeping.”
Edge blinked. “No, I… I guess not.” He handed it off to Vek, who looked at it for a moment before placing it securely in a belt pouch.
They went home.
NEXT: RETURN TO THE SUNLESS CITADEL
They looked up and sneered. “The council has declared that our lord must die- they send assassins! KILL THEM!” They flew at the Knights and were dispatched without any real trouble.
Then, from the darkness beyond the room came a booming voice: “WHO COMES TO THE PRISON OF DESAYEUS?” Through this walked a hulking human form, perfect in form, with a thick beard and piercing eyes. His muscled chest rippled as he stepped into the room. In his hands he held a warhammer that must have been twelve feet long. Its head glowed with flickering energy. About his neck was a broken piece of a stone medallion on a chain.
“Desayeus. We come in peace. Your followers attacked us.”
“STATE YOUR BUSINESS,” the fallen god commanded.
“We need the Soul Totem.”
“YOU MAY NOT HAVE IT. LEAVE, BEFORE I AM ANGERED.”
“I’m afraid that’s not the right answer,” Vek said boldly. “We need that Soul Totem. The fate of our world rests upon it.”
“ALL I HAVE LEFT IS THIS FRAGMENT OF MY SOUL TOTEM,” Desayeus said, touching the chunk of stone about his neck. “THIS PROVIDED ME ENTRY TO THE BASTION OF UNBORN SOULS, AND IT STILL GIVES ME SOME MEASURE OF POWER HERE. IT IS PRECIOUS TO ME. I VALUE IT ABOVE ALL OTHER THINGS. NOW, FOR THE LAST TIME, I COMMAND YOU TO…”
Edge sprang from his place on the ground and sprinted across the distance to the god. He leapt twenty feet into the air and landed on Desayeus’s chest. He snatched the Soul Totem with his hands and flipped over Desayeus’s head, removing the Totem necklace in one motion. He landed lightly on his feet and began to run back.
“NOOOOO!!” The fallen god’s hammer smashed the ground where Edge had been only a moment before. The god gnashed his teeth and ran with blinding speed to the doorway, blocking it almost entirely with his body, prepared to smash anything into paste with his warhammer.
Broldek strolled up and laid into him. He cut deeply, but the hammer came swinging down and bashed him aside. Dartan ducked a hammerblow and jabbed his sword into the deity’s gut. Kizzlorn roasted him within a firestorm, and Oaken yelled “Dartan, Vek, hit it hard, then get away- I’ll finish him off!”
Vek cursed the giant, and green fire swirled about him. Dartan the Godless bellowed and swung his sword through a god, severing the arms holding the hammer. Oaken clutched his hands in the air and pulled downward, and the ceiling caved in on Desayeus. His dying scream rang throughout the cavern.
“Everyone out!” Oaken shouted. They leaped through the doorway over the rubble. Thousands of tons of rock collapsed inward just after they left, and the prison of the fallen, dead god Desayeus was obliterated. They lay about outside the Gate, with dust billowing from the portal over them.
Vek sat up. “Is everyone here?”
The others counted, and yes, everyone was present and mostly unharmed.
“Is everyTHING here?”
Edge held up the Soul Totem, smiling.
Oaken stood up. “That was a fine piece of work, my friend.”
Kizzlorn agreed. “Well done. You hit the ground before he knew what was happening.”
“For you, Mistress Kizzlorn,” the halfling said, bowing to present the Totem to Kizz.
Vek loomed over him. “Do you mind if I hold the Soul Totem? For safekeeping.”
Edge blinked. “No, I… I guess not.” He handed it off to Vek, who looked at it for a moment before placing it securely in a belt pouch.
They went home.
NEXT: RETURN TO THE SUNLESS CITADEL
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