The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Dr Midnight
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Re: Doc goes NWN ?
Add to this that I think I come across as a MUCH better DM in writing. Anyone who thinks I'm a fantastic DM just hasn't played with me is the sad truth... One of the players once said "Tom, don't take offense to this, but I think of you as a Writer9/DM6 (or something like that)." I appreciate it, though.
Plus, I don't think vile, despicable evil has much of a place in MY kind of fantasy. My fantasy is all about good triumphing over evil.
...Despite that Vek's player is in my game.
Thanks sir, but I'm completely inexperienced with the NWN module design stuff... never mind that I don't have much faith in electronic gaming over tabletop.Neverwinter Knight said: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.
Add to this that I think I come across as a MUCH better DM in writing. Anyone who thinks I'm a fantastic DM just hasn't played with me is the sad truth... One of the players once said "Tom, don't take offense to this, but I think of you as a Writer9/DM6 (or something like that)." I appreciate it, though.
Yeah! It's freakin' Tuesday, and I haven't begun writing up this week's module... have one update left on the Witches' Lamps, which should be up later today.
Thanks, but I'm actually one of those jerks on the General RPG forums who goes against the BoVD. I don't think the industry needs the risk of another huge Bothered About Dungeons & Dragons onslaught, and I don't think you need a book about evil and demons. Blechh. Not that I disapprove of the BoVD as a purchase for mature gamers... I just think it's appealing to the black trenchcoat crowd for an easy purchase, because as they all know, "Evil's cool!™ *snort snort*"
Plus, I don't think vile, despicable evil has much of a place in MY kind of fantasy. My fantasy is all about good triumphing over evil.
...Despite that Vek's player is in my game.
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Great Job again Doc.
I just started checking the story hour board again and I am glad to see that you started to writing again. The new characters seem to be an interesting bunch. I like the horror style adventure right now.
Vek, you should check out a new web-supplement on the WotC site:
Dead Life
Since you said you were planning to take Leadership as your next feat, I thought you might also want to check out other options for building your dominance of the world of the dead.
time to resume lurking in the background.
~hf
I just started checking the story hour board again and I am glad to see that you started to writing again. The new characters seem to be an interesting bunch. I like the horror style adventure right now.
Vek, you should check out a new web-supplement on the WotC site:
Dead Life
Since you said you were planning to take Leadership as your next feat, I thought you might also want to check out other options for building your dominance of the world of the dead.
time to resume lurking in the background.
~hf
Dr Midnight
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“Shade?” Kizzlorn was snapping her fingers in front of his face and calling his name. His eyes were wide open and glazed. He didn’t hear her at all… or if he did, he made no indication. “Shade? What’s the matter with you?”
“This is rather like that girl we saw a few moments ago, isn’t it?” Lem asked. He was right. The girl had suddenly turned numb and distant.
“Look, there’s another one!” Kizz pointed to the southeast, where a woman stood with her mouth open, staring at nothing.
“And another,” Vek said.
All around them, people were freezing up.They began running around with the few untouched people, trying to help if they could. The frozen were inconsolable. They seemed locked in their minds, and they seemed terrified.
Only a handful of people were up and about. Vek looked at them, and noticed something. “They don’t have the lamps!” He grabbed Shade’s witches’ lamp and smashed it on the ground. Shade gasped, fell down, and started to come around. He gibbered for a moment, and his eyes began to focus and look around.
“Wh… where’d you go?” he asked as he clutched at Kizzlorn’s arm.
“SMASH THEM ALL!” was Vek’s confusing reply, and Shade watched the Knights around him run around, knocking witches’ lamps out of peoples’ hands and crush them on the ground. The people who recovered joined them. Soon, all the witches’ lamps to be found were orange splatter on the ground. The townspeople began weeping for fright. “Where’s that vendor?” Vek asked.
They went and confronted the vendor, who smiled at them beneath his shadowy cowl. Vek bashed a lamp to pieces as he leaned forward. “What kind of enchantment is on these?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man giggled. He held a lamp up. “Would you like to buy a witches’ lamp?”
Vek drew his sword and held it back. The other Knights readied to fight. “Better start talking. Who made these?”
The vendor shrugged. “We buy the pumpkins from local fields and carve them ourselves.”
“You know what I mean. Who enchanted them to do this to people?”
“I don’t know. A wizard?” The vendor was having fun with this, it was clear.
Vek said “That’s it… you’ll tell me what I want to know… eventually.”
He made a move to grab the man, who jumped back and said “Madness consumes us all,” then vanished in a dark cloud of smoke.
“Damn,” Shade said. “Where to now? Could he have gone far?”
“That was a spell called Word of Recall, I’m betting,” Vek replied. “He could be anywhere.”
“We don’t have much to go on, do we?” Kizzlorn asked. “He mentioned a wizard. Could he mean Burne?”
“I doubt it,” Vek said. “He’s a bad-tempered old man, but he’s on the side of good. He may know other wizards in town, though. Let’s give it a shot.” They walked up the hillside to Heroes’ Tower.
“We don’t have time to play games with him… let’s just walk in,” Kizz said, and cast Knock on the castle drawbridge. It slowly opened.
They were bathed in reddish light as they entered. An odd choice for someone who wasn’t celebrating the holiday. Looking up on the walls, they saw that the torches were covered by lumpy, odd looking lampshades that gave off the red color- and a sickening smell. On closer examination, the lampshades were skinned human ribcages
Kizzlorn groaned and held on to the dinner she’d eaten earlier. “There we have it,” Vek said, bemused. “Weapons at the ready.” They drew their weapons and readied their spells. They walked on, and came into a huge chamber filled with five men in black robes trimmed with orange. An altar sat at the north wall, with the half-orc they’d been seeing laying across it, unconscious. Burne sat in a thronelike chair at the far wall, beneath an immense tapestry bearing the twisting, thorny symbol of Tharizdun.
“That didn’t take you long,” Burne laughed.
Vek readied himself to attack. He eyed the four wizards. “Why, Burne? You were once a savior of the town.”
“Well, on that count, let’s not place blame just yet.” Burne passed his hand over his face. The face changed… to someone they all knew. They had seen his face, in fact, just hours earlier, in the wax museum.
Vek laughed. “Hedrack. So. Burne and Rufus are really dead. You’ve been posing here for years- to do what? What have you accomplished?”
“Fear,” Hedrack said, standing and flexing his casting fingers. He didn’t take his eyes off the cleric of Wee Jas. “Revenge through fear. It’s working, too. I made certain the concept of Fear’s Eve spread to the surrounding area before I put the final plan into action. This way, I get to terrorize the fools who delayed our plans… and as a bonus, it turns out that causing fear through Tharizdun is more effective a means of worship than diverting it through another religion! Imagine! If Fear’s Eve spreads, and the Lamps go to every town, we could have enough fear in the Flanaess to free the Dark God in ONE NIGHT!” He gestured to the enormous half-orc on the altar. “With the help of a few well-timed sacrifices, my lord will gain power and influence quicker than we Doomdreamers could ever have hoped.”
“It’ll never happen,” Shade growled as he adjusted his grip on his sword.
“Yes, I know,” Hedrack said. “I’m the evil villain and I just betrayed my entire plan, so now, the time is ripe for you to kill me.” He rolled his eyes. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
Immediately, the four wizards unleashed a hell of magic on the party. A storm of ice swirled about and bashed the Knights before chilling them to the bone, and a ball of fire cooked them where they stood. Lem was lying on the ground when the storms cleared. “Scatter!” Shade shouted.
Vek pointed at a wizard and uttered something. The wizard disappeared in a cloud of black fire and ash, and was no more.
Shade ran forward, weaving among the wizards, towards Hedrack. His father’s sword gleamed brightly in the red light. He reached the cleric and swung. The blow glanced off of Hedrack’s thick steel chestplate, and Hedrack put his hand to Shade’s forehead. Immediately, swirling black imaginings of madness and decay filled the young rogue’s mind. His eyeballs rolled up and glazed as his voice moaned in his throat. The corruptive touch of Tharizdun had seared his consciousness. He screamed, turned, and ran from the building.
Kizzlorn traded fiery blasts with one of the wizards. She enveloped him in flame, and he hit her right back. She fell to the floor, right next to Lem’s horribly burned corpse.
Only Vek remained. He quickly dispatched two more wizards with the help of a Haste spell. He fell into a defensive position, to think on what to do next. Hedrack pointed a finger at him and shouted “KA’Z’ROH!!” Vek felt a spell hit him that surely would have killed him- if he had any life in him at all. He smiled. Hedrack only saw his disguise; not what Vek truly was. Vek killed the last wizard with a gesture, and faced off against the cleric.
Hedrack tried something else- a powerful spell that would wipe almost any material away from this plane in a cleansing fire. Vek stood when the fire cleared, laughing. Vek cast a different spell on Hedrack, that would choke the life from his body with the briefest, though greatest, of pain. The cleric of Tharizdun clutched his chest, looked like he might fall, then straightened again. He extended his arm and a beam of bright crystal green light shot out and covered Vek. Vek smiled through the green… then vanished. When the light cleared, Sir Vek Mormont was a thin layer of fine gray dust on the cobbled floor. He had been entirely disintegrated.
Hedrack threw his head back and laughed. He’d won again… and destroyed the Knights of the Silver Quill (or whatever this group Mormont was traveling in) in the bargain. He walked through the bodies on the ground, basking in his victory. Tharizdun’s victory. Soon, he would be rewarded by his Dark God. He was certain of it.
He knelt by the body of the woman and began to rummage through her collection of wands and potions. Perhaps, if the man next to her wasn’t TOO badly burned, he might have some interesting items on him as well. A pity that Sir Vek’s items were destroyed along with him, he mused sadly. He was lost in thought, and so didn’t really pay attention to the soft sound of footsteps running up the corridor behind him. He turned, too late.
Shade plunged his sword through Hedrack’s chest. The cleric gave a guttural scream. He tried to speak his [i[Word of Recall[/I], but his throat was churning with blood and bile. Shade was filled with unspeakable anger. The horror he’d experienced for the preceding minute was a lifetime’s worth of terrors and darkest nightmare. He cried out as he pulled the sword free and swung it straight through Hedrack’s neck. The vorpal blade bit cleanly through, and the astonished head bounced three times before rolling to a stop, ten feet away from its body. It blinked at him, and then it died.
Shade sobbed, wiped his blade clean, and sheathed it. He had to occupy his mind. If he remembered any of what he’d known in that truly chaotic madness, he might lose his sanity for good. He bent over and saw he could do nothing for his companions. He ran from the castle and fetched anyone who would come. Anyone at all.
He brought back Canoness Y’Dey and a large garrison of Hommlet watchmen. She did what she could. She brought Kizzlorn back to life, but Vek Mormont and Lem were beyond her help. Kizzlorn stood and thanked Shade for what he’d done.
Together, they freed the half-orc from the altar’s chains. Y’Dey cast a spell of Healing on him. He sat up, rubbed his great bald head, and said “Urrgh… Thank you. They were going to kill me… What happened?”
Shade and Kizz exchanged a surprised look. “Uh, pardon us…”
“Grumbar,” the half-orc said.
“…Grumbar. Pardon us, but… we’ve run into you twice today, and neither time did you seem quite this…” Shade fumbled for the right word. Earlier today, this same creature had appeared to be a great deal stupider. Watching childrens’ performances and drooling for popcorn.
“Sophisticated,” Kizzlorn volunteered.
“I was stupid,” he grinned. “I know it. I’m not that bright, but I’m not THAT dumb. Some nasty wizard cast something on me in a fight. I got real dumb, and wandered around, looking for amusement. I’m sure glad to be smart again.”
Kizz and Shade exchanged another look.
Two of them had died. Lem, who was Kizzlorn’s childhood friend, had grown more and more distant and power-hungry as time crawled on. Vek, whom she hadn’t known for very long, was a creepy and deadly artifact from her parents’ time. She’d treasured him as someone her father had trusted, and who had danced with her mother at their wedding. Now, he was gone.
Kizz and Shade sat to answer the questions of the high council about the night’s events. It would be a while before they would get to sleep.
EPILOGUE
The rat scurried across the dank floor. There was no light to see by, but it smelled what it wanted. There, at the bottom of that pit. It crawled down. It approached the skeleton that had been lying at the bottom of this pit since before the rat was born. It snatched a piece of flesh in its teeth and began to climb out.
It ran back through the corridor. Other rats ran by it, in the opposite direction. As it got nearer, more and more rats joined in from other corridors and rooms. They all ran, clutching tiny bits of bone, gristle, muscle and meat in their mouths. They entered the big room.
The rat ran up to the pile and gingerly laid its piece of gray skin at the end of one of the pile’s four great peninsulas. The skin quivered. The rat squeaked and backed away. All the rats stopped adding their contributions to the pile, and began watching. The flesh on the mound trembled slightly. A wind seemed to blow through the room. The rats all turned and fled.
The mound of dead flesh and bone was moving. Bones straightened and knit together. Strings of muscle crawled over and under chunks of whispering meat like thin gray snakes. Over them, the skin ate itself and unfolded like gray mold over a pile of rotting fruit. The flesh at the ends of the two arms separated and entwined into five grotesque claws. The ribcage was now fully formed, and the decayed flesh inside it began to boil and churn as it filled the cavity. Skin covered it like a thin spiderweb, then thickened until few holes remained.
The jaw attached itself and closed. Dead skin crawled over it. The skull’s last piece clicked into place. Dead skin crawled over it. The eye sockets filled with writhing tendrils that looked like hungry mealworms. They braided around each other and wrapped into knots. The knots smoothed. Tiny black pupils faded in, like bodies floating to the surface of a pond of milk. The pupils flickered green, then glimmered, then glowed.
The jaw opened.
“I. Live. Again.”
NEXT: BEYOND ALL REASON
“This is rather like that girl we saw a few moments ago, isn’t it?” Lem asked. He was right. The girl had suddenly turned numb and distant.
“Look, there’s another one!” Kizz pointed to the southeast, where a woman stood with her mouth open, staring at nothing.
“And another,” Vek said.
All around them, people were freezing up.They began running around with the few untouched people, trying to help if they could. The frozen were inconsolable. They seemed locked in their minds, and they seemed terrified.
Only a handful of people were up and about. Vek looked at them, and noticed something. “They don’t have the lamps!” He grabbed Shade’s witches’ lamp and smashed it on the ground. Shade gasped, fell down, and started to come around. He gibbered for a moment, and his eyes began to focus and look around.
“Wh… where’d you go?” he asked as he clutched at Kizzlorn’s arm.
“SMASH THEM ALL!” was Vek’s confusing reply, and Shade watched the Knights around him run around, knocking witches’ lamps out of peoples’ hands and crush them on the ground. The people who recovered joined them. Soon, all the witches’ lamps to be found were orange splatter on the ground. The townspeople began weeping for fright. “Where’s that vendor?” Vek asked.
They went and confronted the vendor, who smiled at them beneath his shadowy cowl. Vek bashed a lamp to pieces as he leaned forward. “What kind of enchantment is on these?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man giggled. He held a lamp up. “Would you like to buy a witches’ lamp?”
Vek drew his sword and held it back. The other Knights readied to fight. “Better start talking. Who made these?”
The vendor shrugged. “We buy the pumpkins from local fields and carve them ourselves.”
“You know what I mean. Who enchanted them to do this to people?”
“I don’t know. A wizard?” The vendor was having fun with this, it was clear.
Vek said “That’s it… you’ll tell me what I want to know… eventually.”
He made a move to grab the man, who jumped back and said “Madness consumes us all,” then vanished in a dark cloud of smoke.
“Damn,” Shade said. “Where to now? Could he have gone far?”
“That was a spell called Word of Recall, I’m betting,” Vek replied. “He could be anywhere.”
“We don’t have much to go on, do we?” Kizzlorn asked. “He mentioned a wizard. Could he mean Burne?”
“I doubt it,” Vek said. “He’s a bad-tempered old man, but he’s on the side of good. He may know other wizards in town, though. Let’s give it a shot.” They walked up the hillside to Heroes’ Tower.
“We don’t have time to play games with him… let’s just walk in,” Kizz said, and cast Knock on the castle drawbridge. It slowly opened.
They were bathed in reddish light as they entered. An odd choice for someone who wasn’t celebrating the holiday. Looking up on the walls, they saw that the torches were covered by lumpy, odd looking lampshades that gave off the red color- and a sickening smell. On closer examination, the lampshades were skinned human ribcages
Kizzlorn groaned and held on to the dinner she’d eaten earlier. “There we have it,” Vek said, bemused. “Weapons at the ready.” They drew their weapons and readied their spells. They walked on, and came into a huge chamber filled with five men in black robes trimmed with orange. An altar sat at the north wall, with the half-orc they’d been seeing laying across it, unconscious. Burne sat in a thronelike chair at the far wall, beneath an immense tapestry bearing the twisting, thorny symbol of Tharizdun.
“That didn’t take you long,” Burne laughed.
Vek readied himself to attack. He eyed the four wizards. “Why, Burne? You were once a savior of the town.”
“Well, on that count, let’s not place blame just yet.” Burne passed his hand over his face. The face changed… to someone they all knew. They had seen his face, in fact, just hours earlier, in the wax museum.
Vek laughed. “Hedrack. So. Burne and Rufus are really dead. You’ve been posing here for years- to do what? What have you accomplished?”
“Fear,” Hedrack said, standing and flexing his casting fingers. He didn’t take his eyes off the cleric of Wee Jas. “Revenge through fear. It’s working, too. I made certain the concept of Fear’s Eve spread to the surrounding area before I put the final plan into action. This way, I get to terrorize the fools who delayed our plans… and as a bonus, it turns out that causing fear through Tharizdun is more effective a means of worship than diverting it through another religion! Imagine! If Fear’s Eve spreads, and the Lamps go to every town, we could have enough fear in the Flanaess to free the Dark God in ONE NIGHT!” He gestured to the enormous half-orc on the altar. “With the help of a few well-timed sacrifices, my lord will gain power and influence quicker than we Doomdreamers could ever have hoped.”
“It’ll never happen,” Shade growled as he adjusted his grip on his sword.
“Yes, I know,” Hedrack said. “I’m the evil villain and I just betrayed my entire plan, so now, the time is ripe for you to kill me.” He rolled his eyes. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
Immediately, the four wizards unleashed a hell of magic on the party. A storm of ice swirled about and bashed the Knights before chilling them to the bone, and a ball of fire cooked them where they stood. Lem was lying on the ground when the storms cleared. “Scatter!” Shade shouted.
Vek pointed at a wizard and uttered something. The wizard disappeared in a cloud of black fire and ash, and was no more.
Shade ran forward, weaving among the wizards, towards Hedrack. His father’s sword gleamed brightly in the red light. He reached the cleric and swung. The blow glanced off of Hedrack’s thick steel chestplate, and Hedrack put his hand to Shade’s forehead. Immediately, swirling black imaginings of madness and decay filled the young rogue’s mind. His eyeballs rolled up and glazed as his voice moaned in his throat. The corruptive touch of Tharizdun had seared his consciousness. He screamed, turned, and ran from the building.
Kizzlorn traded fiery blasts with one of the wizards. She enveloped him in flame, and he hit her right back. She fell to the floor, right next to Lem’s horribly burned corpse.
Only Vek remained. He quickly dispatched two more wizards with the help of a Haste spell. He fell into a defensive position, to think on what to do next. Hedrack pointed a finger at him and shouted “KA’Z’ROH!!” Vek felt a spell hit him that surely would have killed him- if he had any life in him at all. He smiled. Hedrack only saw his disguise; not what Vek truly was. Vek killed the last wizard with a gesture, and faced off against the cleric.
Hedrack tried something else- a powerful spell that would wipe almost any material away from this plane in a cleansing fire. Vek stood when the fire cleared, laughing. Vek cast a different spell on Hedrack, that would choke the life from his body with the briefest, though greatest, of pain. The cleric of Tharizdun clutched his chest, looked like he might fall, then straightened again. He extended his arm and a beam of bright crystal green light shot out and covered Vek. Vek smiled through the green… then vanished. When the light cleared, Sir Vek Mormont was a thin layer of fine gray dust on the cobbled floor. He had been entirely disintegrated.
Hedrack threw his head back and laughed. He’d won again… and destroyed the Knights of the Silver Quill (or whatever this group Mormont was traveling in) in the bargain. He walked through the bodies on the ground, basking in his victory. Tharizdun’s victory. Soon, he would be rewarded by his Dark God. He was certain of it.
He knelt by the body of the woman and began to rummage through her collection of wands and potions. Perhaps, if the man next to her wasn’t TOO badly burned, he might have some interesting items on him as well. A pity that Sir Vek’s items were destroyed along with him, he mused sadly. He was lost in thought, and so didn’t really pay attention to the soft sound of footsteps running up the corridor behind him. He turned, too late.
Shade plunged his sword through Hedrack’s chest. The cleric gave a guttural scream. He tried to speak his [i[Word of Recall[/I], but his throat was churning with blood and bile. Shade was filled with unspeakable anger. The horror he’d experienced for the preceding minute was a lifetime’s worth of terrors and darkest nightmare. He cried out as he pulled the sword free and swung it straight through Hedrack’s neck. The vorpal blade bit cleanly through, and the astonished head bounced three times before rolling to a stop, ten feet away from its body. It blinked at him, and then it died.
Shade sobbed, wiped his blade clean, and sheathed it. He had to occupy his mind. If he remembered any of what he’d known in that truly chaotic madness, he might lose his sanity for good. He bent over and saw he could do nothing for his companions. He ran from the castle and fetched anyone who would come. Anyone at all.
He brought back Canoness Y’Dey and a large garrison of Hommlet watchmen. She did what she could. She brought Kizzlorn back to life, but Vek Mormont and Lem were beyond her help. Kizzlorn stood and thanked Shade for what he’d done.
Together, they freed the half-orc from the altar’s chains. Y’Dey cast a spell of Healing on him. He sat up, rubbed his great bald head, and said “Urrgh… Thank you. They were going to kill me… What happened?”
Shade and Kizz exchanged a surprised look. “Uh, pardon us…”
“Grumbar,” the half-orc said.
“…Grumbar. Pardon us, but… we’ve run into you twice today, and neither time did you seem quite this…” Shade fumbled for the right word. Earlier today, this same creature had appeared to be a great deal stupider. Watching childrens’ performances and drooling for popcorn.
“Sophisticated,” Kizzlorn volunteered.
“I was stupid,” he grinned. “I know it. I’m not that bright, but I’m not THAT dumb. Some nasty wizard cast something on me in a fight. I got real dumb, and wandered around, looking for amusement. I’m sure glad to be smart again.”
Kizz and Shade exchanged another look.
Two of them had died. Lem, who was Kizzlorn’s childhood friend, had grown more and more distant and power-hungry as time crawled on. Vek, whom she hadn’t known for very long, was a creepy and deadly artifact from her parents’ time. She’d treasured him as someone her father had trusted, and who had danced with her mother at their wedding. Now, he was gone.
Kizz and Shade sat to answer the questions of the high council about the night’s events. It would be a while before they would get to sleep.
EPILOGUE
The rat scurried across the dank floor. There was no light to see by, but it smelled what it wanted. There, at the bottom of that pit. It crawled down. It approached the skeleton that had been lying at the bottom of this pit since before the rat was born. It snatched a piece of flesh in its teeth and began to climb out.
It ran back through the corridor. Other rats ran by it, in the opposite direction. As it got nearer, more and more rats joined in from other corridors and rooms. They all ran, clutching tiny bits of bone, gristle, muscle and meat in their mouths. They entered the big room.
The rat ran up to the pile and gingerly laid its piece of gray skin at the end of one of the pile’s four great peninsulas. The skin quivered. The rat squeaked and backed away. All the rats stopped adding their contributions to the pile, and began watching. The flesh on the mound trembled slightly. A wind seemed to blow through the room. The rats all turned and fled.
The mound of dead flesh and bone was moving. Bones straightened and knit together. Strings of muscle crawled over and under chunks of whispering meat like thin gray snakes. Over them, the skin ate itself and unfolded like gray mold over a pile of rotting fruit. The flesh at the ends of the two arms separated and entwined into five grotesque claws. The ribcage was now fully formed, and the decayed flesh inside it began to boil and churn as it filled the cavity. Skin covered it like a thin spiderweb, then thickened until few holes remained.
The jaw attached itself and closed. Dead skin crawled over it. The skull’s last piece clicked into place. Dead skin crawled over it. The eye sockets filled with writhing tendrils that looked like hungry mealworms. They braided around each other and wrapped into knots. The knots smoothed. Tiny black pupils faded in, like bodies floating to the surface of a pond of milk. The pupils flickered green, then glimmered, then glowed.
The jaw opened.
“I. Live. Again.”
NEXT: BEYOND ALL REASON
I gasped out loud when Vek disintigrated. My wife looked at me and shook her head. I love that Ruffus and Burne were taken out and that nasty things were going on inside the castle, nicely done.
I don't know, rib cage lampshades and sacrifices, sounds BoVD to me.
I sure hope that's Vek doing the "Mummy" at the end there.
I don't know, rib cage lampshades and sacrifices, sounds BoVD to me.
I sure hope that's Vek doing the "Mummy" at the end there.
Broccli_Head
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Crazy spell-battle, Doc!
Vek destroyed and then reborn (or is that Haderak?). The KoSFK almost TPK'ed...what a great session. What happened to Orthos?
Vek destroyed and then reborn (or is that Haderak?). The KoSFK almost TPK'ed...what a great session. What happened to Orthos?
Grim
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Actually, I think Vek or whoever went all worms-that-walk -sy. Its in the Epic Level Handbook. When a powerful spellcaster dies, or does this funky cerimony, his soul is transferred into a body of the worms/bugs/rats that consumed his fleshly corpse. Just a possiblity
But, eh, could be anything, knowing the good doctor...
But, eh, could be anything, knowing the good doctor...
Breakstone
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Whoa (see, I spelled it correctly this time!)...
Poor Vek...
Lem always seemed a bit... odd... but he was growing on me.
They are two Knights who will be missed...
On the other hand, Great Job using Spellcasters effectively, Doc!
Poor Vek...
Lem always seemed a bit... odd... but he was growing on me.
They are two Knights who will be missed...
On the other hand, Great Job using Spellcasters effectively, Doc!
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