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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Woo hoo! Game day!
Dr Midnight
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Thanks Wee Jas...
Tonight's game was in my opinion one of the best games of the campaign, if not one of the best games I've ever run. Ohhh man, so much stuff to write.
I start now... hang in there.
Tonight's game was in my opinion one of the best games of the campaign, if not one of the best games I've ever run. Ohhh man, so much stuff to write.
I start now... hang in there.
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Dr Midnight
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SESSION 46
Moonday, 17th of Patchwall
THE DRAGON IN THE MIRROR
The door at the other end of the room led to a long hallway. At the end of this hallway was a closed door. “I think this is it,” Gryph said. “Are we ready to go through?” The others nodded, and the door was opened.
This room was an immense chamber filled with insectlike buzzing. There were several tall rows of wooden boxes, and each was oozing with golden honey. Behind these, along the far wall, was a wide expanse of every type of flower, in every color. Roses, pansies, tulips, sunflowers, poinsettias, and daisies. Red, yellow, white, orange, violet, blue, and magenta. In the air was the humming of bees as they buzzed contentedly from hive to hive, in the rows of boxes. Above, a dazzling formation of crystals cast a bright faux-sunlight into the room, as a chandelier might light a banquet hall. Sitting in front of the hive boxes was an elf woman, bound and weakened on the floor. Her face had clearly been stung a number of times by the bees, and a collection of discarded jars nearby hinted that she had been force-fed many drinks of the mind controlling mead that the bees here were producing. A thin line of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth as she saw the heroes enter the room.
Far to the left was a small lake. Hovering above the lake was a bizarre creature the likes of which none of the Knights had ever laid eyes to before. Its slender form was covered entirely in tight, rubbery material that was covered in chitinous, gray, form-fitting plates. Its head had four colored stones set about its headdress. Most disturbing was its mouth. Where a nose and mouth would be on a normal man was a set of writhing tentacles that slopped over each other as one might wring his hands together. The skin was purplish-green and glimmered with an oily quality that set off different colors depending on how the light hit it.
You’ve come a long way to find me, and I commend you, the thing spoke inside the Knights’ minds. So. Would you like to have a drink, or should we do this the hard way?
“Ugh… villain banter.” Shade pulled his sword and ran into the room, towards the woman on the ground. With one smooth downward stroke he severed the ropes that bound her. He tossed her a small gold ring. “Put this on, love… then run.” She caught it awkwardly and slowly slipped it on her finger. She disappeared.
A villain’s banter is an important part of the hero’s quest, don’t you know? I’m honoring convention. The creature at the end of the room sighed. We can’t have you freeing everyone you find tied up in the lairs of evil geniuses, now, can we? The hard way, then. Attack. At this, the dull buzzing in the room rose to an angry roar, and thousands of bees boiled up out of the flowerbed and hive. They flew to the Knights carrying stingers dripping with their psionic poison.
Grumbar leapt into the room with a yell, and Kizzlorn, Orthos and Jo’nas followed. The mind flayer held out his hand to them and a cone of roaring fire blazed out and enveloped them.
Gryph’s body swelled, turned red, and melted outward into his familiar red dragon shape. He flew towards the floating tentacled creature on veined wings. “Mmmm… smells like calamari.” He reached the illithid and ripped into him with two vicious claws.
The creature’s telepathic voice rang with more alarm than it had intended to let show. Stop that. Back off now, and I’ll let you live as one of my slaves.
“Okay,” Gryph laughed as he continued to attack. The creature had clearly not expected to be attacked so easily by a red dragon.
The bees swarmed over the other Knights, and they fought back the screams as they were stung in a dozen places at once. They immediately felt the influence of the poison pressing in on their minds, but fought it back. Kizzlorn cast a fireball over Orthos, Shade and Jo’nas. The heroes easily survived the blast of fire, but the bees were burned to death in a split second. They fell to the ground in a rain of crisp black bodies. Shade followed that by fireballing the bees covering Grumbar, and they each began killing the advancing insect army with great gobs of flame.
The illithid had one last option to try before it would plane shift away. It reached into its head and began swirling a cyclone of madness. It funneled this out through its consciousness, and Gryph felt a wave of palpable energy surge past him. His dragon’s brain shrugged off the effects, and the attack known as a “mind blast” was gone. Gryph reared back and opened his jaws, then bit through the creature entirely. Just ripped him in two. His black, oily blood spilled out into the water and created a slick on the surface that shone with sickening hues. Gryph had once more managed to use speed and brute force to overcome a deadly enemy. He was about to turn back to help the others finish scouring the room of bees when he felt an odd pinch at the side of his jaw, right by the pink of his gums. A bee flew away. Had he been stung? He had. No matter, though. No…
Shade put his sword into its sheath and looked around. “Are we done? That was easy, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Grumbar agreed. “I didn’t even get to kill anything. As usual, Gryph gone ahead and done all the killin’ before I could get there.” The half-orc pouted.
“Ahh, don’t worry, lad. You’ll do plenty o’…” he paused, and his face drained of color as he stared over Grumbar’s shoulder. He whipped his sword back out. “Everyone brace yourselves… this is gonna hurt.”
Gryph the red dragon was rushing towards them with claws and teeth bared.
MUCH MORE TO COME...
Moonday, 17th of Patchwall
THE DRAGON IN THE MIRROR
The door at the other end of the room led to a long hallway. At the end of this hallway was a closed door. “I think this is it,” Gryph said. “Are we ready to go through?” The others nodded, and the door was opened.
This room was an immense chamber filled with insectlike buzzing. There were several tall rows of wooden boxes, and each was oozing with golden honey. Behind these, along the far wall, was a wide expanse of every type of flower, in every color. Roses, pansies, tulips, sunflowers, poinsettias, and daisies. Red, yellow, white, orange, violet, blue, and magenta. In the air was the humming of bees as they buzzed contentedly from hive to hive, in the rows of boxes. Above, a dazzling formation of crystals cast a bright faux-sunlight into the room, as a chandelier might light a banquet hall. Sitting in front of the hive boxes was an elf woman, bound and weakened on the floor. Her face had clearly been stung a number of times by the bees, and a collection of discarded jars nearby hinted that she had been force-fed many drinks of the mind controlling mead that the bees here were producing. A thin line of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth as she saw the heroes enter the room.
Far to the left was a small lake. Hovering above the lake was a bizarre creature the likes of which none of the Knights had ever laid eyes to before. Its slender form was covered entirely in tight, rubbery material that was covered in chitinous, gray, form-fitting plates. Its head had four colored stones set about its headdress. Most disturbing was its mouth. Where a nose and mouth would be on a normal man was a set of writhing tentacles that slopped over each other as one might wring his hands together. The skin was purplish-green and glimmered with an oily quality that set off different colors depending on how the light hit it.
You’ve come a long way to find me, and I commend you, the thing spoke inside the Knights’ minds. So. Would you like to have a drink, or should we do this the hard way?
“Ugh… villain banter.” Shade pulled his sword and ran into the room, towards the woman on the ground. With one smooth downward stroke he severed the ropes that bound her. He tossed her a small gold ring. “Put this on, love… then run.” She caught it awkwardly and slowly slipped it on her finger. She disappeared.
A villain’s banter is an important part of the hero’s quest, don’t you know? I’m honoring convention. The creature at the end of the room sighed. We can’t have you freeing everyone you find tied up in the lairs of evil geniuses, now, can we? The hard way, then. Attack. At this, the dull buzzing in the room rose to an angry roar, and thousands of bees boiled up out of the flowerbed and hive. They flew to the Knights carrying stingers dripping with their psionic poison.
Grumbar leapt into the room with a yell, and Kizzlorn, Orthos and Jo’nas followed. The mind flayer held out his hand to them and a cone of roaring fire blazed out and enveloped them.
Gryph’s body swelled, turned red, and melted outward into his familiar red dragon shape. He flew towards the floating tentacled creature on veined wings. “Mmmm… smells like calamari.” He reached the illithid and ripped into him with two vicious claws.
The creature’s telepathic voice rang with more alarm than it had intended to let show. Stop that. Back off now, and I’ll let you live as one of my slaves.
“Okay,” Gryph laughed as he continued to attack. The creature had clearly not expected to be attacked so easily by a red dragon.
The bees swarmed over the other Knights, and they fought back the screams as they were stung in a dozen places at once. They immediately felt the influence of the poison pressing in on their minds, but fought it back. Kizzlorn cast a fireball over Orthos, Shade and Jo’nas. The heroes easily survived the blast of fire, but the bees were burned to death in a split second. They fell to the ground in a rain of crisp black bodies. Shade followed that by fireballing the bees covering Grumbar, and they each began killing the advancing insect army with great gobs of flame.
The illithid had one last option to try before it would plane shift away. It reached into its head and began swirling a cyclone of madness. It funneled this out through its consciousness, and Gryph felt a wave of palpable energy surge past him. His dragon’s brain shrugged off the effects, and the attack known as a “mind blast” was gone. Gryph reared back and opened his jaws, then bit through the creature entirely. Just ripped him in two. His black, oily blood spilled out into the water and created a slick on the surface that shone with sickening hues. Gryph had once more managed to use speed and brute force to overcome a deadly enemy. He was about to turn back to help the others finish scouring the room of bees when he felt an odd pinch at the side of his jaw, right by the pink of his gums. A bee flew away. Had he been stung? He had. No matter, though. No…
Shade put his sword into its sheath and looked around. “Are we done? That was easy, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Grumbar agreed. “I didn’t even get to kill anything. As usual, Gryph gone ahead and done all the killin’ before I could get there.” The half-orc pouted.
“Ahh, don’t worry, lad. You’ll do plenty o’…” he paused, and his face drained of color as he stared over Grumbar’s shoulder. He whipped his sword back out. “Everyone brace yourselves… this is gonna hurt.”
Gryph the red dragon was rushing towards them with claws and teeth bared.
MUCH MORE TO COME...
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Hooray for in-party conflict!
I can't wait to read more, Doc!
I can't wait to read more, Doc!
Dr Midnight
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Thanks Lela. Sadly, no more for tonight- it's 2:15 and I'm one tired bizzy-nitch. I'll probably sit down to write more when I wake up.
I'd like to point out that in-party conflict is not what makes this session good, though it is a small part of the beginning- and a somewhat larger part of the end.
Goodnight all!
I'd like to point out that in-party conflict is not what makes this session good, though it is a small part of the beginning- and a somewhat larger part of the end.
Goodnight all!
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