Dursk Starkfire
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point-buy?
wow Avangel, thats an absurd level of stats.
wow Avangel, thats an absurd level of stats.
The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Dr Midnight
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Today's game day!
I know I'm not done writing up THE WITCHES' LAMPS, but I'm very excited to begin playing Todd Secord's Fiery Dragon module:
Like Doug's player said last night: "Just think, when we break the campaign, now it won't be YOUR fault- it'll be the module's."
a-HAHAHAHAHAHA
...$%^&ing jerk...
I know I'm not done writing up THE WITCHES' LAMPS, but I'm very excited to begin playing Todd Secord's Fiery Dragon module:
Like Doug's player said last night: "Just think, when we break the campaign, now it won't be YOUR fault- it'll be the module's."
a-HAHAHAHAHAHA
...$%^&ing jerk...
Neverwinter Knight
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GO DOC!
Looking really forward to the Return to the Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil
Looking really forward to the Return to the Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil
Neverwinter Knight
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GO DOC!
Looking really forward to the Return to the Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil
Looking really forward to the Return to the Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil
Dr Midnight
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“This man was suddenly possessed of the evils of the Temple, and turned on his companions. He took a moment to join with another of his fellows, who had also just turned soulless and evil, and proceeded to destroy his confused partymates as they stood. He left two survivors in his wake, and turned on the one who had joined him in madness. He has since fled to the hills, and worked many great evils on the world. He disappeared many years back. Some whisper that we have more yet to hear… from Jamison Crow.”
This led the chilled Knights into the next room. They’d never been so directly confronted with the idea of Jamison’s past before, and they were all a bit shaken… except, as ever, for Vek. He smiled as he trailed behind.
They walked through the remaining exhibits, including a striking wax figure of Kizzlorn’s aunt Kyla holding aloft the Glaring Sun. Other than her and Jamison, there was no Knight from their past… only evil servants and their other enemies from the ages. They left the wax museum.
They visited a museum of artifacts from the Temple, but it only seemed a vehicle to sell souvenirs at the gift shop. The Knights passed an amphitheater where a “childrens’” version of the Tale of the Temple was being told by a lusty and gifted storyteller named Redithidoor. The half-orc they’d seen before was here, listening anxiously to the story.
They went back to the Inn and had dinner. They had found nothing, and would wait until nightfall.
When the dark came they left the Inn again to find the town alive. Fear’s Eve was beginning to bloom. Colored lights were behind every shop’s window glass. People walked the streets as animals, monsters, dragons, ghosts, warriors, wizards, ogres, and giants… and almost every one of them carried a frowning witches’ lamp. Singing and dancing were lighting up the center of town beneath a number of orange and violet lanterns hanging from wires.
A number of people were lined up at a long dais, waiting to purchase an enchantment. It seemed they were all waiting for the same thing: a spell the people were calling The Veil. When asked what this was, a passerby said “First time at Fear’s Eve, huh? Everyone gets it. It opens your eyes to the eerie. Makes everything fascinating, in ways no simple decorations can.”
The Knights looked at each other. No one trusted the idea. Shade shrugged and said “I’ll try it. Sounds interestin’, at the least.” He stood in line and waited. When he got to the front, he asked “How much?”
“It’s free,” The wizard said. “A fully-funded service of the town. Close your eyes.” He closed them. The spellcaster muttered something. “Now… open them.”
When he opened his eyes, the world was entirely changed around him. Colors were deeper and richer. The clouds above no longer were just floating through the sky past the moon; they were godlike tentacles of darkness reaching for it. The moon itself was a bloodstained yellow, and it hung low over the thorny treeline. Bats whickered through the inky marine air. The wizard himself, in front of Shade, now had three extra joints in his fingers, which were too long by far. The wizard smiled with through a mouthful of small, pointy teeth and asked “How do you feel?” A snake crawled out of his mouth and disappeared into the man’s folded robe.
“Whuh,” Shade said. “I’m feeling a bit funny.” He turned around to the others with wide eyes that drank in the wonders around him.
“What do you see?” Kizz asked. When he looked at her to reply, he saw that she seemed to have several small things crawling beneath the skin of her face, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Might want to have that checked out, luv,” he joked to himself. “Things’re… different. I’m seeing many an odd thing.” He held up his hand and watched as his fingers turned blood-red and pointed, then faded again, like a muscle tensing and relaxing.
The witches’ lamps all around them had begun to smile at him. “I want one o’ those things,” he said. He purchased one from the robed vendor and smiled. He felt like he was in the moment, now, and the feeling of the holiday that the people around him loved so much was in his heart. It was a queer kind of fright that brought a smile, because the fear was so stylized and delicious.
He bought a witches’ lamp and looked about. In the corner of his eye, he saw someone staring at him through the yellow window of a dark house. He turned, and no one was there. He giggled nervously.
The group bought tickets for the midnight walk through the ruins. They only had to pay fifty gold each, as they could provide their own teleportation to the area. They walked around and waited for the hours to pass.
“Nothing’s happening,” Kizz murmured. “We don’t have much to go on, do we?”
Vek scanned the crowds for trouble. “We were never certain anything was GOING to happen. We’re just here to make sure that if something DOES, we’re here to stop it.”
A little girl nearby started choking on her own breath and gibbering. Her eyes were wide with horror. The Knights watched as her mother kneeled by her, calling out for help. Canoness Y’Dey, looking twenty years older but still spry and sharp, ran up and tended to her. She ordered the girl brought back to the Temple of St. Cuthbert, where she could be seen to properly by the clerics there.
Y’Dey looked up and saw the Knights there. She recognized Vek immediately, and seemed to believe Kizzlorn was her mother frozen in time. She seemed astonished. Ignoring pleasantries, she said “You! What are you doing here?’
Vek said “Greetings, Canoness..We’re looking into Fear’s Eve. We’re not certain, but we think there are hidden dangers.”
“You’re probably right,” she said. “I’ve been preaching that for some time. Nothing good can come of finding amusement in demons and evil, but the townspeople won’t listen. No one listened years ago, when I tried to warn them of the Temple’s reemergence, either. I have to go, but if you see anything, do let me know.” She ran back to her church.
Shade said “Odd, that woman with the missing eyeball seemed to almost recognize you, Kizz.” He turned to her and Kizz wasn’t there. “Kizz?”
He was all alone. No one was around him at all on the street. A moment ago, it had been filled with throngs of people in costumes milling about. Now, just him. The wind blew over his hair. The moon seemed to loom closer. He heard something from the darkness of the trees past the houses behind him. He looked, and saw nothing. It had souded like a far-off giggle. “What’s goin’ on, now? This isn’t funny.”
He turned back to see a black silhouette standing in the road several meters away. It seemed to be shaped oddly. Its legs had two sets of knees… one bending forward, the other back. They ended in hooves. The head was round and topped with small floppy ears.
“Nice costume,” Shade joked, walking forward. He was, in truth, fairly scared. The Veil had left his mind more sensitive to fear, and he was feeling it weighing in his stomach like a cold, knotted snake.
The silhouette walked away and disappeared around a bend. Shade ran after it, and found it gone. He heard the giggling again, closer this time, off to his right. It had a guttural quality to it. “Yeah, that’s funny,” Shade agreed. His voice quavered and betrayed his growing terror. In front of him was a temple. Its walls were painted black and its detailing and cupolas were pointed and jagged. The giant door to the temple closed just a bit as something dark moved inside. Shade ran after it and flung the door open. He stepped into absolute blackness.
The doors shut behind him with a final, jarring iron crash. His breathing quickened and he tried to keep calm. All around him, the sounds of things moving. Furtive shuffling, and something softer… it sounded like snorting. Ahead of him, a reddish light was growing. It was coming from a crack in the ground. The light slowly illuminated the walls, which were of rough-hewn and rune-carved rock. The shuffling and snorting grew louder, and a dull rumbling was coming from the crack. Shade clutched at his sword hilt and backed away, looking for a way out. There was none- only darkness. The roaring grew louder, and something was rising from the pit. Shade stood with his eyes wide open as an enormous demon rose from the pit. It had burning eyes and a piglike snout. Great goatlike horns protruded from his cruel face. Ragged furry hair cascaded down his shoulders and chest. He clutched a pitchfork. He was laughing. Shade screamed, turned and ran into the blackness.
More to come...
This led the chilled Knights into the next room. They’d never been so directly confronted with the idea of Jamison’s past before, and they were all a bit shaken… except, as ever, for Vek. He smiled as he trailed behind.
They walked through the remaining exhibits, including a striking wax figure of Kizzlorn’s aunt Kyla holding aloft the Glaring Sun. Other than her and Jamison, there was no Knight from their past… only evil servants and their other enemies from the ages. They left the wax museum.
They visited a museum of artifacts from the Temple, but it only seemed a vehicle to sell souvenirs at the gift shop. The Knights passed an amphitheater where a “childrens’” version of the Tale of the Temple was being told by a lusty and gifted storyteller named Redithidoor. The half-orc they’d seen before was here, listening anxiously to the story.
They went back to the Inn and had dinner. They had found nothing, and would wait until nightfall.
When the dark came they left the Inn again to find the town alive. Fear’s Eve was beginning to bloom. Colored lights were behind every shop’s window glass. People walked the streets as animals, monsters, dragons, ghosts, warriors, wizards, ogres, and giants… and almost every one of them carried a frowning witches’ lamp. Singing and dancing were lighting up the center of town beneath a number of orange and violet lanterns hanging from wires.
A number of people were lined up at a long dais, waiting to purchase an enchantment. It seemed they were all waiting for the same thing: a spell the people were calling The Veil. When asked what this was, a passerby said “First time at Fear’s Eve, huh? Everyone gets it. It opens your eyes to the eerie. Makes everything fascinating, in ways no simple decorations can.”
The Knights looked at each other. No one trusted the idea. Shade shrugged and said “I’ll try it. Sounds interestin’, at the least.” He stood in line and waited. When he got to the front, he asked “How much?”
“It’s free,” The wizard said. “A fully-funded service of the town. Close your eyes.” He closed them. The spellcaster muttered something. “Now… open them.”
When he opened his eyes, the world was entirely changed around him. Colors were deeper and richer. The clouds above no longer were just floating through the sky past the moon; they were godlike tentacles of darkness reaching for it. The moon itself was a bloodstained yellow, and it hung low over the thorny treeline. Bats whickered through the inky marine air. The wizard himself, in front of Shade, now had three extra joints in his fingers, which were too long by far. The wizard smiled with through a mouthful of small, pointy teeth and asked “How do you feel?” A snake crawled out of his mouth and disappeared into the man’s folded robe.
“Whuh,” Shade said. “I’m feeling a bit funny.” He turned around to the others with wide eyes that drank in the wonders around him.
“What do you see?” Kizz asked. When he looked at her to reply, he saw that she seemed to have several small things crawling beneath the skin of her face, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Might want to have that checked out, luv,” he joked to himself. “Things’re… different. I’m seeing many an odd thing.” He held up his hand and watched as his fingers turned blood-red and pointed, then faded again, like a muscle tensing and relaxing.
The witches’ lamps all around them had begun to smile at him. “I want one o’ those things,” he said. He purchased one from the robed vendor and smiled. He felt like he was in the moment, now, and the feeling of the holiday that the people around him loved so much was in his heart. It was a queer kind of fright that brought a smile, because the fear was so stylized and delicious.
He bought a witches’ lamp and looked about. In the corner of his eye, he saw someone staring at him through the yellow window of a dark house. He turned, and no one was there. He giggled nervously.
The group bought tickets for the midnight walk through the ruins. They only had to pay fifty gold each, as they could provide their own teleportation to the area. They walked around and waited for the hours to pass.
“Nothing’s happening,” Kizz murmured. “We don’t have much to go on, do we?”
Vek scanned the crowds for trouble. “We were never certain anything was GOING to happen. We’re just here to make sure that if something DOES, we’re here to stop it.”
A little girl nearby started choking on her own breath and gibbering. Her eyes were wide with horror. The Knights watched as her mother kneeled by her, calling out for help. Canoness Y’Dey, looking twenty years older but still spry and sharp, ran up and tended to her. She ordered the girl brought back to the Temple of St. Cuthbert, where she could be seen to properly by the clerics there.
Y’Dey looked up and saw the Knights there. She recognized Vek immediately, and seemed to believe Kizzlorn was her mother frozen in time. She seemed astonished. Ignoring pleasantries, she said “You! What are you doing here?’
Vek said “Greetings, Canoness..We’re looking into Fear’s Eve. We’re not certain, but we think there are hidden dangers.”
“You’re probably right,” she said. “I’ve been preaching that for some time. Nothing good can come of finding amusement in demons and evil, but the townspeople won’t listen. No one listened years ago, when I tried to warn them of the Temple’s reemergence, either. I have to go, but if you see anything, do let me know.” She ran back to her church.
Shade said “Odd, that woman with the missing eyeball seemed to almost recognize you, Kizz.” He turned to her and Kizz wasn’t there. “Kizz?”
He was all alone. No one was around him at all on the street. A moment ago, it had been filled with throngs of people in costumes milling about. Now, just him. The wind blew over his hair. The moon seemed to loom closer. He heard something from the darkness of the trees past the houses behind him. He looked, and saw nothing. It had souded like a far-off giggle. “What’s goin’ on, now? This isn’t funny.”
He turned back to see a black silhouette standing in the road several meters away. It seemed to be shaped oddly. Its legs had two sets of knees… one bending forward, the other back. They ended in hooves. The head was round and topped with small floppy ears.
“Nice costume,” Shade joked, walking forward. He was, in truth, fairly scared. The Veil had left his mind more sensitive to fear, and he was feeling it weighing in his stomach like a cold, knotted snake.
The silhouette walked away and disappeared around a bend. Shade ran after it, and found it gone. He heard the giggling again, closer this time, off to his right. It had a guttural quality to it. “Yeah, that’s funny,” Shade agreed. His voice quavered and betrayed his growing terror. In front of him was a temple. Its walls were painted black and its detailing and cupolas were pointed and jagged. The giant door to the temple closed just a bit as something dark moved inside. Shade ran after it and flung the door open. He stepped into absolute blackness.
The doors shut behind him with a final, jarring iron crash. His breathing quickened and he tried to keep calm. All around him, the sounds of things moving. Furtive shuffling, and something softer… it sounded like snorting. Ahead of him, a reddish light was growing. It was coming from a crack in the ground. The light slowly illuminated the walls, which were of rough-hewn and rune-carved rock. The shuffling and snorting grew louder, and a dull rumbling was coming from the crack. Shade clutched at his sword hilt and backed away, looking for a way out. There was none- only darkness. The roaring grew louder, and something was rising from the pit. Shade stood with his eyes wide open as an enormous demon rose from the pit. It had burning eyes and a piglike snout. Great goatlike horns protruded from his cruel face. Ragged furry hair cascaded down his shoulders and chest. He clutched a pitchfork. He was laughing. Shade screamed, turned and ran into the blackness.
More to come...
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Breakstone
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Wow, that's creepy Doc!
Neverwinter Knight
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consider me chilled!
Neverwinter Knight
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Doc goes NWN ?
Hey Doc,
have you tried Neverwinter Nights, yet? If so, would you consider making an adventure? That way your fan community could get a chance to actually play one of your modules (we can't all come to Rhode Island, you know).
If you haven't tried it yet, give it a shot.
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On the other hand, I don't want to take your time away from playing DnD and writing your wonderful session reviews!
Hey Doc,
have you tried Neverwinter Nights, yet? If so, would you consider making an adventure? That way your fan community could get a chance to actually play one of your modules (we can't all come to Rhode Island, you know
).If you haven't tried it yet, give it a shot.
-------
On the other hand, I don't want to take your time away from playing DnD and writing your wonderful session reviews!
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