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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Neverwinter Knight
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Where is Doc? He is probably trying to make his write-up as bloody as possible. 
Wee Jas
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You can't gah... Oh well.. Kiz probably would've only been down to -20 not -100. Lol.. Thats not as bad as my big mistake... Which was taking ambidexterity with Vek even though he only has a 12 dex so I can't even use it!
/wants to buy guantlets of Dexterity +4
No.. he is making music... STILL! Write Doc! /cracks whip
Dr Midnight
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I just wanted to make the wait as tasty as possible... like holding it with the bathroom just in sight. Um. Probably a bad analogy.
As for Gryph, when he was stung, he asked very seriously "Okay, now do you want me to just attack, or do you want me to be SMART about it?" I said be smart about it, knowing it meant carnage. Like I've said- Wee Jas is the group tactician.
Lemme put a pot of coffee on, and I'll write up a big chapter with lots of good stuff. Hang in there.
TILL THEN, HOW ABOUT SOME MUSIC??
As for Gryph, when he was stung, he asked very seriously "Okay, now do you want me to just attack, or do you want me to be SMART about it?" I said be smart about it, knowing it meant carnage. Like I've said- Wee Jas is the group tactician.
Lemme put a pot of coffee on, and I'll write up a big chapter with lots of good stuff. Hang in there.
TILL THEN, HOW ABOUT SOME MUSIC??
Neverwinter Knight
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That's good news, Doc. But you definately write better than you make music
Just kidding Doc, I like to play with music programs, too.
Just kidding Doc, I like to play with music programs, too.
Dr Midnight
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LAST TIME:
Gryph was turned against the group and began killing his friends. Jamison appeared and freed from an imprisonment mirror a dragon, which he believed to be his lost adopted father, Gorgoldand.
The air grew noticeably chillier in the cavern. The wide white wings beat the air and lifted the beast from the ground with thunderous rushes of wind that pounded through one’s chest like a drum. The yellow eyes glared cruelly around the room and its breath turned to plumes of frost. The white dragon hovered above the Knights.
Acessiwal was free.
The white dragon floated up to the center of the cavern and looked down on the combat. “YOU… HAVE FAILED… TO KEEP ME IN YOUR PRISON.” His voice shuddered through the air and was as deep and as thick as cracking icebergs. “NOW… YOU ARE DYING.”
His yellow eyes widened suddenly when he saw the remains of the sorceress on the ground. “SPELLFORGE,” he whispered. “SO… IT WAS YOU… AND I AM ROBBED… OF MY VENGEANCE. MY CAPTORS… ARE BEING RIGHTLY PUNISHED. I WILL LEAVE YOU TO IT… MY RED FRIEND… KILL THEM ALL.” He began laughing. The slow, deep booms of the dragon’s mirth echoed to deafening effect, and faded slowly when the dragon disappeared in a flash of white light that left nothing but a trail of slowly swirling frost in its wake.
Jamison stared terrified and heartbroken up at the place where the white dragon was. He hadn’t been with the group when they’d fought him the first time… he’d only heard about the encounter in the recent months. No telling could have conveyed just how frightening it was to look upon the winter wyrm that Kizzlorn had devoted her life to destroying. If only Gorgoldand had been in the mirror, as Jamison had believed… this whole ugly mess would be settled.
A rush of wings to Jamison’s right and Gryph was hurtling at him. He was now the only Knight left standing. Grumbar was kneeling and sobbing in defeat, and the others lay dead all around him. Jamison raised his hand and shot a greenish ray, but he hadn’t been able to concentrate correctly and the spell fizzled as Gryph’s mettle proved too tough. The dragon slammed into Jamison and snatched him up, flying him across the cavern.
“Time to die, wizard, with water in your lungs instead of your spellcaster’s breath.” They plunged down towards the pool.
Too late, a tiny voice shrieked NOOOOO!!! in Gryph’s head.
They crashed down into the underground lake’s cold blackness. Jamison flailed his arms and tried to escape the dragon’s claws. Then they struck something under the water, and it broke from the force. The psionic bees’ hive was only partially in the boxes that had burned. An underwater hive had been erected beneath the surface of the lake, and there lived the queen. Its thick honeycombed walls were no match for a dragon’s strength, and it crushed inward.
A wash of bubbles and chunks of hive surrounded Jamison and Gryph, and Gryph heard the voice again. Save meeeee… Gryph immediately released the wizard and used his sharp dragon’s sight to scan the water. He used all of his senses to tell what was floating about them. He searched, searched… and located her. He shot out a claw and gently caught the tumbling queen bee. He then beat his wings and shot up from the water, and his queen sputtered for life Protect me! she screamed in his head.
“As you wish, my queen.” They flew up to the cavern’s ceiling as the queen coughed out water and tried to rub water from her segmented eye bulbs.
Jamison rose gasping from the lake and swam for shore. He reached the bank and made a stumbling run for Grumbar. “Grumbar, we’re going back! Grab a piece of Orthos!”
The miserable half-orc looked up from his hands and asked “Whuh?”
“GRAB A PIECE OF ORTHOS GRAB A PIECE OF ORTHOS GRAB A PIECE!!” Jamison was running with all his might and the words came with every step. Grumbar stood up and took from his fallen dwarf friend the hand that had been severed in the fight and held it tightly. “I guess my life debt’s over,” he said sadly to Kizzlorn’s remains.
Jamison reached the bodies and took no time to be delicate about what needed to be done. He plunged his hand down and closed it around a wet fist-sized piece of Kizzlorn that may have been an abdominal muscle. He grabbed a similar handful from Shade, and said “Quick, grab hold of me!”
Grumbar saw what Jamison was doing, and nodded. He moved towards him, then turned away and grabbed Shade’s sword from the ground. He closed his arms around Jamison and yelled “GO!”
They did. Light flashed as the Teleportation spell whisked them away.
In the air, Gryph circled the hanging crystal structure, holding his queen in his hand. He had defended his queen and destroyed the infidels. He threw his head back and roared triumphantly, and the sound echoed through the halls of the Jirrock stronghold deep in the belly of the Uffatos Strath.
Spellforge Keep loomed high over Verbobonc. The once lush fields of the land were covered with choking fog that made the treeline in the distance a gray silhouette. The sky may as well have not even been there.
Captain Metus stood on the drawbridge of Spellforge Keep, looking out over what he saw, and his heart was heavy. There could be no victory in this, he knew. Not his men, not he, not even his master could turn what he saw coming through the mist towards the Keep.
Roughly two or three thousand torches were bobbing through the gloom and coming closer. Angry voices grew louder. Pitchforks and axes were being jabbed into the air. The few remaining people of Verbobonc had rallied together and decided to take a stand against their boogeyman: the lich in the haunted castle.
“Hold fast, men,” Captain Metus said. “We have the makings of a riot here. Don’t let them see one of you tremble or they will feed on it. Avoid eye contact. Don’t show fear.” His dedicated warriors stood shoulder to shoulder behind him.
The mob slowed to a stop at the drawbridge. The torches faded back into the distance. So many torches… “What is the meaning of this?” Captain Metus asked.
A half-elf stepped forward and yelled “Bring out your lich-lord, so that Verbobonc might know its GENEROUS benefactor!” The people cheered angrily.
“Lord Vek has funded the rebuilding of our city. Why are you assembling against him?”
The half-elf turned, speaking more to the crowd than to Metus. “We are assembling against the CONTROL of a NECROMANCER… one who has allied with the winged DEATH to bring RUIN TO OUR ONCE GREAT CITY! Only this castle was left to stand on our blighted horizon, reminding us of the terror of the white DOOM that YOUR LORD’S BROUGHT DOWN UPON US!!!” The people screamed in agreement. “We don’t WANT your help! We don’t NEED your help! And we DON’T NEED to be PAWNS in VEK MORMONT’S SCHEMES! We will not be held under the thumb of a lich in return for putting up a new schoolhouse.” He paused for a dramatic beat and turned back to Metus. “Tell your undead master to take his ill-gotten coin back to the grave with him.” He threw a sack of gold at Metus’s feet and the people roared.
“DOWN WITH SPELLFORGE!”
“GO BACK TO THE ABYSS, UNHOLY FIEND!!”
“PELOR TAKE YOU!”
The crowd surged slightly, as if it grew, and boldly the torches moved a little closer. Metus held his hands up in a calming gesture and tried to steady his voice. It didn’t work entirely. “Now, people, if you don’t want Lord Mormont’s help, then you needn’t accept it. He feels it is his duty to aid the recovery efforts of the people. We have the funds and power to help you. Why…”
“DEVILS AND DEMONS TAKE YOUR FUNDS AND POWER!!!”
The half-elf leader said “Bring your reclusive corpse-lord out here and let us have words with HIM, instead of his lapdog.”
Captain Metus was growing angry. “I don’t think…”
“No,” came a gravelly voice from inside the castle. The voice floated out over the crowd and silenced the shouts and stomping. The men on the drawbridge parted and Captain Metus stepped aside. From the blackness beyond melted a thin figure wrapped in robes wearing a black mask. “I am here.” Vek walked forward slowly, seeming to float over the ground, until he was three feet from the rebellion’s leader, who was very clearly steeling his nerves.
“You want words. Let us have them.”
MORE TO COME...
Gryph was turned against the group and began killing his friends. Jamison appeared and freed from an imprisonment mirror a dragon, which he believed to be his lost adopted father, Gorgoldand.
The air grew noticeably chillier in the cavern. The wide white wings beat the air and lifted the beast from the ground with thunderous rushes of wind that pounded through one’s chest like a drum. The yellow eyes glared cruelly around the room and its breath turned to plumes of frost. The white dragon hovered above the Knights.
Acessiwal was free.
The white dragon floated up to the center of the cavern and looked down on the combat. “YOU… HAVE FAILED… TO KEEP ME IN YOUR PRISON.” His voice shuddered through the air and was as deep and as thick as cracking icebergs. “NOW… YOU ARE DYING.”
His yellow eyes widened suddenly when he saw the remains of the sorceress on the ground. “SPELLFORGE,” he whispered. “SO… IT WAS YOU… AND I AM ROBBED… OF MY VENGEANCE. MY CAPTORS… ARE BEING RIGHTLY PUNISHED. I WILL LEAVE YOU TO IT… MY RED FRIEND… KILL THEM ALL.” He began laughing. The slow, deep booms of the dragon’s mirth echoed to deafening effect, and faded slowly when the dragon disappeared in a flash of white light that left nothing but a trail of slowly swirling frost in its wake.
Jamison stared terrified and heartbroken up at the place where the white dragon was. He hadn’t been with the group when they’d fought him the first time… he’d only heard about the encounter in the recent months. No telling could have conveyed just how frightening it was to look upon the winter wyrm that Kizzlorn had devoted her life to destroying. If only Gorgoldand had been in the mirror, as Jamison had believed… this whole ugly mess would be settled.
A rush of wings to Jamison’s right and Gryph was hurtling at him. He was now the only Knight left standing. Grumbar was kneeling and sobbing in defeat, and the others lay dead all around him. Jamison raised his hand and shot a greenish ray, but he hadn’t been able to concentrate correctly and the spell fizzled as Gryph’s mettle proved too tough. The dragon slammed into Jamison and snatched him up, flying him across the cavern.
“Time to die, wizard, with water in your lungs instead of your spellcaster’s breath.” They plunged down towards the pool.
Too late, a tiny voice shrieked NOOOOO!!! in Gryph’s head.
They crashed down into the underground lake’s cold blackness. Jamison flailed his arms and tried to escape the dragon’s claws. Then they struck something under the water, and it broke from the force. The psionic bees’ hive was only partially in the boxes that had burned. An underwater hive had been erected beneath the surface of the lake, and there lived the queen. Its thick honeycombed walls were no match for a dragon’s strength, and it crushed inward.
A wash of bubbles and chunks of hive surrounded Jamison and Gryph, and Gryph heard the voice again. Save meeeee… Gryph immediately released the wizard and used his sharp dragon’s sight to scan the water. He used all of his senses to tell what was floating about them. He searched, searched… and located her. He shot out a claw and gently caught the tumbling queen bee. He then beat his wings and shot up from the water, and his queen sputtered for life Protect me! she screamed in his head.
“As you wish, my queen.” They flew up to the cavern’s ceiling as the queen coughed out water and tried to rub water from her segmented eye bulbs.
Jamison rose gasping from the lake and swam for shore. He reached the bank and made a stumbling run for Grumbar. “Grumbar, we’re going back! Grab a piece of Orthos!”
The miserable half-orc looked up from his hands and asked “Whuh?”
“GRAB A PIECE OF ORTHOS GRAB A PIECE OF ORTHOS GRAB A PIECE!!” Jamison was running with all his might and the words came with every step. Grumbar stood up and took from his fallen dwarf friend the hand that had been severed in the fight and held it tightly. “I guess my life debt’s over,” he said sadly to Kizzlorn’s remains.
Jamison reached the bodies and took no time to be delicate about what needed to be done. He plunged his hand down and closed it around a wet fist-sized piece of Kizzlorn that may have been an abdominal muscle. He grabbed a similar handful from Shade, and said “Quick, grab hold of me!”
Grumbar saw what Jamison was doing, and nodded. He moved towards him, then turned away and grabbed Shade’s sword from the ground. He closed his arms around Jamison and yelled “GO!”
They did. Light flashed as the Teleportation spell whisked them away.
In the air, Gryph circled the hanging crystal structure, holding his queen in his hand. He had defended his queen and destroyed the infidels. He threw his head back and roared triumphantly, and the sound echoed through the halls of the Jirrock stronghold deep in the belly of the Uffatos Strath.
Spellforge Keep loomed high over Verbobonc. The once lush fields of the land were covered with choking fog that made the treeline in the distance a gray silhouette. The sky may as well have not even been there.
Captain Metus stood on the drawbridge of Spellforge Keep, looking out over what he saw, and his heart was heavy. There could be no victory in this, he knew. Not his men, not he, not even his master could turn what he saw coming through the mist towards the Keep.
Roughly two or three thousand torches were bobbing through the gloom and coming closer. Angry voices grew louder. Pitchforks and axes were being jabbed into the air. The few remaining people of Verbobonc had rallied together and decided to take a stand against their boogeyman: the lich in the haunted castle.
“Hold fast, men,” Captain Metus said. “We have the makings of a riot here. Don’t let them see one of you tremble or they will feed on it. Avoid eye contact. Don’t show fear.” His dedicated warriors stood shoulder to shoulder behind him.
The mob slowed to a stop at the drawbridge. The torches faded back into the distance. So many torches… “What is the meaning of this?” Captain Metus asked.
A half-elf stepped forward and yelled “Bring out your lich-lord, so that Verbobonc might know its GENEROUS benefactor!” The people cheered angrily.
“Lord Vek has funded the rebuilding of our city. Why are you assembling against him?”
The half-elf turned, speaking more to the crowd than to Metus. “We are assembling against the CONTROL of a NECROMANCER… one who has allied with the winged DEATH to bring RUIN TO OUR ONCE GREAT CITY! Only this castle was left to stand on our blighted horizon, reminding us of the terror of the white DOOM that YOUR LORD’S BROUGHT DOWN UPON US!!!” The people screamed in agreement. “We don’t WANT your help! We don’t NEED your help! And we DON’T NEED to be PAWNS in VEK MORMONT’S SCHEMES! We will not be held under the thumb of a lich in return for putting up a new schoolhouse.” He paused for a dramatic beat and turned back to Metus. “Tell your undead master to take his ill-gotten coin back to the grave with him.” He threw a sack of gold at Metus’s feet and the people roared.
“DOWN WITH SPELLFORGE!”
“GO BACK TO THE ABYSS, UNHOLY FIEND!!”
“PELOR TAKE YOU!”
The crowd surged slightly, as if it grew, and boldly the torches moved a little closer. Metus held his hands up in a calming gesture and tried to steady his voice. It didn’t work entirely. “Now, people, if you don’t want Lord Mormont’s help, then you needn’t accept it. He feels it is his duty to aid the recovery efforts of the people. We have the funds and power to help you. Why…”
“DEVILS AND DEMONS TAKE YOUR FUNDS AND POWER!!!”
The half-elf leader said “Bring your reclusive corpse-lord out here and let us have words with HIM, instead of his lapdog.”
Captain Metus was growing angry. “I don’t think…”
“No,” came a gravelly voice from inside the castle. The voice floated out over the crowd and silenced the shouts and stomping. The men on the drawbridge parted and Captain Metus stepped aside. From the blackness beyond melted a thin figure wrapped in robes wearing a black mask. “I am here.” Vek walked forward slowly, seeming to float over the ground, until he was three feet from the rebellion’s leader, who was very clearly steeling his nerves.
“You want words. Let us have them.”
MORE TO COME...
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In the wise words of one famous Inspector, "Wowsers bowsers!"
Doc, that sounded like a terrific session! Are Vek and Jamison back in the party now?
Doc, that sounded like a terrific session! Are Vek and Jamison back in the party now?
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