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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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National Acrobat
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Woohoo!
"Please sir, I want some more."
Oh man, I cannot wait for the rest of this session....
"Please sir, I want some more."
Oh man, I cannot wait for the rest of this session....
Hammerhead
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Eat him, Gryph.
Lela
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Dr Midnight said:
NP. I went to bed too.
Dr Midnight said:
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.
Oooo, better then in-party conflict? I can't wait for this.
Dr Midnight
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A very brief update in a moment, because the cliffhanger there is too good to carry through on JUST yet. The desired effect is people screaming at me to update again. 
Dr Midnight
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Destroy the intruders, defend the hive, commanded the buzzing voice in Gryph’s head. He smashed Grumbar aside and flew over Shade, dropping down to hover over Kizzlorn. He tore into the sorceress with delight.
Kizzlorn screamed as the claws raked over here, leaving bloody furrows. “Gryph, stop! You’re under the control of the poison! It’s me!”
The hive boxes began to burn wildly. The fireballs had lit the wood, and the rows of hives were very quickly turning into an inferno. Bees crawled out and died on the ground.
Shade ran towards Kizz and vaulted up off of her backpack (careful not to squish Snooky, who hid there in terror). He flew up and swiped at the dragon’s chest- and missed. He landed in a crouch, unsure of what to do next or how to do it. Grumbar came forward swinging his grappling hook. He let it fly, and it wrapped around Gryph's neck and locked there. He shouted triumphantly, then stopped suddenly. Now that he had a red dragon on the end of a rope, what did he plan to do about it? He started yanking and trying in vain to bring the dragon down.
Jo’nas yelled “Stay here, I’ll go get help!” he disappeared. Back at the Keep, he knew there’d be others with the power to stop a raging dragon. Orthos began casting spells in Gryph’s direction.
Kizzlorn was dying. She was being ripped to pieces before their eyes. Shade jumped up on the rope and tried to climb. Gryph swatted him off and he fell. The red dragon cackled some mad laughter and brought its claw down on Kizz. She was crushed. She lay silently on the ground in the center of a crimson pool. “No! NO!” Shade began swinging his sword furiously, but it just didn’t seem to be hitting Gryph often enough. “Can’t someone do something?”
Jamison Crow appeared in a flash of light at the door to the cavern. Quickly, he surveyed the scene and put two and two together- a red dragon was attacking the group. Not all that complex. Jamison, having never met Gryph, and having not been told about the fact that the dragon was a partymate, assumed the worst. He was about to blast the dragon with a bolt of lightning when the hive boxes collapsed in a cloud of soot and sparks. Beyond them, Jamison saw dimly a great pile of treasure. Gold, weapons, armor, wands, jewels, and so on… all heaped against the north wall, hidden until now by the hives. Jamison’s eyes locked on one thing in that pile of treasure.
Shade died. Grumbar fell to his knees in despair and gave out a cry. He put his face in his hands and sobbed. “It’s hopeless. Hopeless.” Gryph reared over him, happily readying to rip him apart.
Jamison shouted “Not yet…” and cast his lightning bolt. The bolt arced past Gryph and beyond. The bolt shot straight for the mirror in the treasure pile. The mirror was tall, ovular, and it had swirling patterns of color in its glass. Silhouetted against this color was the unmistakable shape of a dragon. As the bolt of lightning shattered the mirror, glass and smoke exploded upward in a white cloud. “DAD!!” Jamison exclaimed, somewhere between laughing and screaming.
Huge wings spread out from the cloud. A clawed foot came down and crushed the flowers, then the other came down beside it. An immense head pushed up out of the cloud at the end of a serpentine neck. Jamison’s joyful cries choked and died in his throat when he saw it shake its wings free of the dust of the ruined mirror.
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.
MORE TO COME...
Kizzlorn screamed as the claws raked over here, leaving bloody furrows. “Gryph, stop! You’re under the control of the poison! It’s me!”
The hive boxes began to burn wildly. The fireballs had lit the wood, and the rows of hives were very quickly turning into an inferno. Bees crawled out and died on the ground.
Shade ran towards Kizz and vaulted up off of her backpack (careful not to squish Snooky, who hid there in terror). He flew up and swiped at the dragon’s chest- and missed. He landed in a crouch, unsure of what to do next or how to do it. Grumbar came forward swinging his grappling hook. He let it fly, and it wrapped around Gryph's neck and locked there. He shouted triumphantly, then stopped suddenly. Now that he had a red dragon on the end of a rope, what did he plan to do about it? He started yanking and trying in vain to bring the dragon down.
Jo’nas yelled “Stay here, I’ll go get help!” he disappeared. Back at the Keep, he knew there’d be others with the power to stop a raging dragon. Orthos began casting spells in Gryph’s direction.
Kizzlorn was dying. She was being ripped to pieces before their eyes. Shade jumped up on the rope and tried to climb. Gryph swatted him off and he fell. The red dragon cackled some mad laughter and brought its claw down on Kizz. She was crushed. She lay silently on the ground in the center of a crimson pool. “No! NO!” Shade began swinging his sword furiously, but it just didn’t seem to be hitting Gryph often enough. “Can’t someone do something?”
Jamison Crow appeared in a flash of light at the door to the cavern. Quickly, he surveyed the scene and put two and two together- a red dragon was attacking the group. Not all that complex. Jamison, having never met Gryph, and having not been told about the fact that the dragon was a partymate, assumed the worst. He was about to blast the dragon with a bolt of lightning when the hive boxes collapsed in a cloud of soot and sparks. Beyond them, Jamison saw dimly a great pile of treasure. Gold, weapons, armor, wands, jewels, and so on… all heaped against the north wall, hidden until now by the hives. Jamison’s eyes locked on one thing in that pile of treasure.
Shade died. Grumbar fell to his knees in despair and gave out a cry. He put his face in his hands and sobbed. “It’s hopeless. Hopeless.” Gryph reared over him, happily readying to rip him apart.
Jamison shouted “Not yet…” and cast his lightning bolt. The bolt arced past Gryph and beyond. The bolt shot straight for the mirror in the treasure pile. The mirror was tall, ovular, and it had swirling patterns of color in its glass. Silhouetted against this color was the unmistakable shape of a dragon. As the bolt of lightning shattered the mirror, glass and smoke exploded upward in a white cloud. “DAD!!” Jamison exclaimed, somewhere between laughing and screaming.
Huge wings spread out from the cloud. A clawed foot came down and crushed the flowers, then the other came down beside it. An immense head pushed up out of the cloud at the end of a serpentine neck. Jamison’s joyful cries choked and died in his throat when he saw it shake its wings free of the dust of the ruined mirror.
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.
MORE TO COME...
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Dang...another TPK. I have never seen more people die than in these adventures and the Unusual Heroes. The carnage, the carnage is unbelievable. I will be incredibly surprised if they manage to escape this situation alive.
That SOB Jamison. I knew they should have killed him along time ago. Just unbelievable that he thinks Accesiwal is his father unless of course he has been charmed because of his low wisdom. Someone just put the guy out of his misery. No one with a wisdom as low as Jamison's should be allowed to wield magic.
Dang...another TPK. I have never seen more people die than in these adventures and the Unusual Heroes. The carnage, the carnage is unbelievable. I will be incredibly surprised if they manage to escape this situation alive.
That SOB Jamison. I knew they should have killed him along time ago. Just unbelievable that he thinks Accesiwal is his father unless of course he has been charmed because of his low wisdom. Someone just put the guy out of his misery. No one with a wisdom as low as Jamison's should be allowed to wield magic.
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