Dr Midnight
Explorer
Good one.Wee Jas said:
I'm going to try to get some written today. I may have plans tonight, but if not, I'll try to whack out all of session 43 in one sitting.
The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
- Thread starter Dr Midnight
- Start date
- Status
I'm going to try to get some written today. I may have plans tonight, but if not, I'll try to whack out all of session 43 in one sitting.
Dr Midnight
Explorer
SESSION 43
Starday, 16th of Patchwall
WHAT EATS LITTLE RED DRAGONS?
The grasslands passed beneath them by the mile. These lands were once proudly kept by the centaur tribes of the Piquat forest, to the north. Now, they were all but wiped out or captured by the Jirrock raiders.
Gryph scouted ahead, as before. His invisible Will-o’-wisp form floated several hundred feet above the grassy plains. He darted back and forth, looking for obstacles and enemies.
Soon, he noticed something at the thinnest point in a pass the valley made between two close mountains. There, a wide circle was made of cut timber, cut ten feet long and jutting from the earth with threatening points. Inside the circle, creatures moved about from tent to tent. Outside the circle, a smaller pen held livestock. As Gryph drew closer he saw the fire giants conducting some kind of commerce with a number of other creatures: frost and hill giants, trolls, gnolls, and humans. He passed right over the camp, making mental note of the number of giants and tents, the position and function of key structures, and the security measures. It seemed there was a small number of gnolls walking the perimeter, keeping watch. Gryph floated down and hovered just to the right of one of the gnolls, who soon called out “All’s clear!” when a giant demanded a report. The gnoll smiled to itself with pride, as did the invisible Knight.
He’d had his fun, and now Gryph flew back up into the sky, to return to the others. He melted into form before the group. “There’s a camp ahead. It looks to be a command post or base of some sort. It’s filled with giants. There’s a cage filled with three large barrels, I bet that’s where they’re keeping their mind-control mead.”
“Good work,” Kizzlorn said. “Is there any way around it?”
“Not without flying. Of course… why would we want to go around it?”
“What do you mean?”
“If we leave this war camp intact, they’ll just continue to take control of the people and creatures around here. Better to just wipe them out now, eh?” Gryph smiled. Grumbar growled his approval.
Kizzlorn looked hesitant. “Do you think we can defeat eight giants, four trolls, and nearly limitless humans and gnolls?”
“Yes… I have an idea. It should be great fun.” They listened to Gryph’s idea.
Back at the Jirrock war camp, the giants were standing about. The latest shipment of goods had been stockpiled, the weapons had been cleaned and racked, and preparations had been made for the next raid. There was little else to do, beside stand around and attempt to amuse oneself.
Rurrgh stood watch. He pounded his greatclub into his hand and tried to count the number of times he did it. It was really very hard, though, and he always lost count after fifteenty-twelve. His huge club was in fact a knotted tree he’d found several years ago. Once he’d smashed a wagon into splinters with a single blow. That was always a great story to tell. He stopped counting and said “Myorlo! Rurrgh told you about when Rurrgh smashed puny wagon to pieces, ONE HIT?”
Myorlo was a frost giant who’d been stationed with Rurrgh for eight days now. He’d heard the story maybe once every three hours, by his reckoning. “Yes, Rurrgh smash wagon,” he said. “horses and men go flying, very funny.” To this, Rurrgh started laughing, as if he’d only just now been told the story by someone else.
“Rurrgh smashed, was make Rurrgh great!!” Rurrgh shouted triumphantly. Myorlo grinned. The mead seemed to make him far more tolerant of hill giants, which he’d despised before joining the clan. In fact, the mead made everything better. He was about to ask if Rurrgh would like to join him in a round of mead, when the hill giant cocked his head and grunted. “Myorlo, hear sound?”
“No, what?”
“Sound like flapping. Big bird!” Rurrgh turned to look behind him. “Rurrgh no see bird. What-“
Just then, Myorlo watched Rurrgh fly apart. His chest opened with deep wounds. His arm was torn away. His head was ripped off, just above the jaw. Rurrgh turned from good-natured hill giant to a pile or wet red pulp in the space of six seconds. Myorlo heard a deep-throated roar and saw a cone of frost and ice form in the sky above him, freezing several fire giants to the ground just yards away. “ATTACK!” Myorlo screamed. “WE UNDER ATTACK!!”
The Knights floated to the ground. The Improved Invisibility spell they had cast on themselves left them free to attack, and free from being seen. They had coasted above the village using Levitation spells and holding on to Gryph the red dragon’s tail.
The creatures began to grab weapons and shout war cries. Shade hit the ground running and headed towards the big frost giant that had started yelling warnings. He pulled out his longsword and held it down and to his right, with both hands. He leapt and ran up the frost giant, putting one foot on his knee, and the next on the giant’s belt. He jumped off of the belt and spun away, so that he faced the direction he’d come from. He landed in a crouch with the sword pointed before him. “Hukkhh…” the giant said, before his head toppled off his cleanly sliced neck.
Grumbar began hacking into the giant nearest to him. Kizzlorn was casting Cones of Cold from her position, levitating twenty-five feet off the ground. Gryph was tearing into giants like a troll at a goblin buffet. Jo’nas was casting spells where he could, avoiding giants as they ran all over, threatening to trample him.
A troll nearby had seen Myorlo’s head fall from his shoulders, and ran to the center of the camp, where a large barrel and several stacked rocks were kept. The troll reached into the barrel and withdrew a large clay pot, dripping with water. It looked large enough to hold maybe several gallons of fluid. He hurled the pot to where Myorlo had been. Shade watched the pot come down and hit the ground.
With a crack and a fiery rush of air, Shade was surrounded in leaping flames. He screamed and his lungs filled with flame.
Another troll removed a pot from the barrel… just before the barrel lifted from the ground and flew jerkily to the gate. It positioned itself above three frost giants, then dropped. The barrel exploded in a firestorm of wooden shrapnel. The giants within screamed, and Gryph, above, laughed.
Kizzlorn blasted the trolls at the center of camp with a fireball. They were consumed with a forty-foot ball of flame, and then the bomb-pot one of them had been holding went off. An orange mushroom cloud rose from the dying trolls.
At this point, half the war camp was on fire. The fire giants were crawling from the inferno with blackened screams on their lips. Shade ran out of the fire he was in. He was still invisible, but the flames leapt from him, making him look like he was made of fire himself. This at least gave the enemies a target. A hill giant and several smaller creatures began to crowd around the poor rogue and whack at him.
Shade managed to cut the head off a troll. This would normally not faze a troll, but his sword was coated in the flaming alchemical goo, and it burned the wound shut as soon as it was cut. The troll very comically tried to replace his head, with no effect.
Gryph swooped down and helped Shade defeat the hill giant. Shade cut it across the chest, and it groaned, fell back, and crashed through a tent. All that was left now was cleanup… the gnolls and humans wouldn’t be enough trouble to worry about.
Then… what was that noise? Gryph turned to look behind him. He saw nothing, as Rurrgh had. It sounded like flapping.
More to come...
Starday, 16th of Patchwall
WHAT EATS LITTLE RED DRAGONS?
The grasslands passed beneath them by the mile. These lands were once proudly kept by the centaur tribes of the Piquat forest, to the north. Now, they were all but wiped out or captured by the Jirrock raiders.
Gryph scouted ahead, as before. His invisible Will-o’-wisp form floated several hundred feet above the grassy plains. He darted back and forth, looking for obstacles and enemies.
Soon, he noticed something at the thinnest point in a pass the valley made between two close mountains. There, a wide circle was made of cut timber, cut ten feet long and jutting from the earth with threatening points. Inside the circle, creatures moved about from tent to tent. Outside the circle, a smaller pen held livestock. As Gryph drew closer he saw the fire giants conducting some kind of commerce with a number of other creatures: frost and hill giants, trolls, gnolls, and humans. He passed right over the camp, making mental note of the number of giants and tents, the position and function of key structures, and the security measures. It seemed there was a small number of gnolls walking the perimeter, keeping watch. Gryph floated down and hovered just to the right of one of the gnolls, who soon called out “All’s clear!” when a giant demanded a report. The gnoll smiled to itself with pride, as did the invisible Knight.
He’d had his fun, and now Gryph flew back up into the sky, to return to the others. He melted into form before the group. “There’s a camp ahead. It looks to be a command post or base of some sort. It’s filled with giants. There’s a cage filled with three large barrels, I bet that’s where they’re keeping their mind-control mead.”
“Good work,” Kizzlorn said. “Is there any way around it?”
“Not without flying. Of course… why would we want to go around it?”
“What do you mean?”
“If we leave this war camp intact, they’ll just continue to take control of the people and creatures around here. Better to just wipe them out now, eh?” Gryph smiled. Grumbar growled his approval.
Kizzlorn looked hesitant. “Do you think we can defeat eight giants, four trolls, and nearly limitless humans and gnolls?”
“Yes… I have an idea. It should be great fun.” They listened to Gryph’s idea.
Back at the Jirrock war camp, the giants were standing about. The latest shipment of goods had been stockpiled, the weapons had been cleaned and racked, and preparations had been made for the next raid. There was little else to do, beside stand around and attempt to amuse oneself.
Rurrgh stood watch. He pounded his greatclub into his hand and tried to count the number of times he did it. It was really very hard, though, and he always lost count after fifteenty-twelve. His huge club was in fact a knotted tree he’d found several years ago. Once he’d smashed a wagon into splinters with a single blow. That was always a great story to tell. He stopped counting and said “Myorlo! Rurrgh told you about when Rurrgh smashed puny wagon to pieces, ONE HIT?”
Myorlo was a frost giant who’d been stationed with Rurrgh for eight days now. He’d heard the story maybe once every three hours, by his reckoning. “Yes, Rurrgh smash wagon,” he said. “horses and men go flying, very funny.” To this, Rurrgh started laughing, as if he’d only just now been told the story by someone else.
“Rurrgh smashed, was make Rurrgh great!!” Rurrgh shouted triumphantly. Myorlo grinned. The mead seemed to make him far more tolerant of hill giants, which he’d despised before joining the clan. In fact, the mead made everything better. He was about to ask if Rurrgh would like to join him in a round of mead, when the hill giant cocked his head and grunted. “Myorlo, hear sound?”
“No, what?”
“Sound like flapping. Big bird!” Rurrgh turned to look behind him. “Rurrgh no see bird. What-“
Just then, Myorlo watched Rurrgh fly apart. His chest opened with deep wounds. His arm was torn away. His head was ripped off, just above the jaw. Rurrgh turned from good-natured hill giant to a pile or wet red pulp in the space of six seconds. Myorlo heard a deep-throated roar and saw a cone of frost and ice form in the sky above him, freezing several fire giants to the ground just yards away. “ATTACK!” Myorlo screamed. “WE UNDER ATTACK!!”
The Knights floated to the ground. The Improved Invisibility spell they had cast on themselves left them free to attack, and free from being seen. They had coasted above the village using Levitation spells and holding on to Gryph the red dragon’s tail.
The creatures began to grab weapons and shout war cries. Shade hit the ground running and headed towards the big frost giant that had started yelling warnings. He pulled out his longsword and held it down and to his right, with both hands. He leapt and ran up the frost giant, putting one foot on his knee, and the next on the giant’s belt. He jumped off of the belt and spun away, so that he faced the direction he’d come from. He landed in a crouch with the sword pointed before him. “Hukkhh…” the giant said, before his head toppled off his cleanly sliced neck.
Grumbar began hacking into the giant nearest to him. Kizzlorn was casting Cones of Cold from her position, levitating twenty-five feet off the ground. Gryph was tearing into giants like a troll at a goblin buffet. Jo’nas was casting spells where he could, avoiding giants as they ran all over, threatening to trample him.
A troll nearby had seen Myorlo’s head fall from his shoulders, and ran to the center of the camp, where a large barrel and several stacked rocks were kept. The troll reached into the barrel and withdrew a large clay pot, dripping with water. It looked large enough to hold maybe several gallons of fluid. He hurled the pot to where Myorlo had been. Shade watched the pot come down and hit the ground.
With a crack and a fiery rush of air, Shade was surrounded in leaping flames. He screamed and his lungs filled with flame.
Another troll removed a pot from the barrel… just before the barrel lifted from the ground and flew jerkily to the gate. It positioned itself above three frost giants, then dropped. The barrel exploded in a firestorm of wooden shrapnel. The giants within screamed, and Gryph, above, laughed.
Kizzlorn blasted the trolls at the center of camp with a fireball. They were consumed with a forty-foot ball of flame, and then the bomb-pot one of them had been holding went off. An orange mushroom cloud rose from the dying trolls.
At this point, half the war camp was on fire. The fire giants were crawling from the inferno with blackened screams on their lips. Shade ran out of the fire he was in. He was still invisible, but the flames leapt from him, making him look like he was made of fire himself. This at least gave the enemies a target. A hill giant and several smaller creatures began to crowd around the poor rogue and whack at him.
Shade managed to cut the head off a troll. This would normally not faze a troll, but his sword was coated in the flaming alchemical goo, and it burned the wound shut as soon as it was cut. The troll very comically tried to replace his head, with no effect.
Gryph swooped down and helped Shade defeat the hill giant. Shade cut it across the chest, and it groaned, fell back, and crashed through a tent. All that was left now was cleanup… the gnolls and humans wouldn’t be enough trouble to worry about.
Then… what was that noise? Gryph turned to look behind him. He saw nothing, as Rurrgh had. It sounded like flapping.
More to come...
Last edited:
Thorntangle
First Post
Goose, this is Gander. Gander, Goose.Dr Midnight said:
Breakstone
First Post
Whoa!
That had to be a great battle to play in. Exploding giants, severed heads, exploding barrels...
...not to mention the omnious flapping. I can't wait for more!
That had to be a great battle to play in. Exploding giants, severed heads, exploding barrels...
...not to mention the omnious flapping. I can't wait for more!
Neverwinter Knight
First Post
Great stuff Doc,
I fear the worst for the knights... A real invisible dragon can be one hell of an adversary !!!
I fear the worst for the knights... A real invisible dragon can be one hell of an adversary !!!
Wee Jas
First Post
Whats that mean?! Ok NwN.. me and you are gonna rumble!
I have to dig up my RED DRAGON FORM stats... I can output some great damage with all those attacks combined with Bull Strength, enlarge and my Amulet of Natural Attacks +3!
/pouts
Wheres the STORY?! Doc.. GET TO WORK!
Last edited:
Neverwinter Knight
First Post
Wee Jas said:
Whats that mean?! Ok NwN.. me and you are gonna rumble!
I have to dig up my RED DRAGON FORM stats... I can output some great damage with all those attacks combined with Bull Strength, enlarge and my Amulet of Natural Attacks +3!
/pouts
Wheres the STORY?! Doc.. GET TO WORK!
I'll have to try and best you with my dagger +1
-> 
-> - Status
Similar Threads
- Locked
