Dr Midnight
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The Adventures of the Knights of Spellforge Keep
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Breakstone
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Anti-Jamison?
Whaaaaa?
What's wrong with you people? Jamison's great! He's the loveable, curious kid of the party!
Oh sure, he's had some bad times, but I chalk that up to puberty.
Whaaaaa?
What's wrong with you people? Jamison's great! He's the loveable, curious kid of the party!
Oh sure, he's had some bad times, but I chalk that up to puberty.
Dr Midnight
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Langard, the man leading the uprising against Spellforge Keep, steeled himself and looked into Vek’s mask. He didn’t allow himself to flinch when he saw the two red points of light through the eyeholes. “Verbobonc rejects the aid of the Spellforge lich.”
“Why?” came the whisper that sounded like the word was spoken through a dried up throat.
“Because the name of Spellforge is cursed in this land. Your group cost everyone here a fruitful life. The few who remained in town have had to work hard to even begin to recover what was lost thanks to your friend the dragon.” The crowd yelled agreement.
“Our friend the dragon.”
“That’s right. Why else would he leave your castle unharmed when the REST of us are slaughtered like lambs in a stable?”
“You fool. We went to kill the dragon… and when we failed, it attacked our town. It was the cruelest kind of revenge. It ruined the lives of the Knights of the Silver Quill. We separated to different areas of the land. Katya and Rafflorn, who by rights owned this castle, fled to the west to keep their people safe… to keep all of YOU safe… from further attacks. They fled, yes, and lived in hiding for the rest of their days.”
Langard spoke loudly. “So the dragon attacked us to attack you? I’m sorry, but let me tell you what really happened. You had dealings with the dragon. You were in league. Perhaps you even plotted this out to try to gain control of the town’s shattered people. What’s for certain is that you are now attempting to gain favor with our town so that we’ll perhaps look the other way when you begin increasing in power and attempting to take over the world. We’d be too weak and impoverished to fight back, is that it?” The crowd grew excited. “WE’D BE TOO INDEBTED TO YOU TO STAND UP FOR OURSELVES, IS THAT IT?!”
“We meant no harm to you or the people of Verbobonc… whom embraced us before the incident. It was the revenge of an ancient wyrm. It was planned to ruin us.”
“The only thing I see about this place that seems ruined is you, UNDEAD.” Langard hissed the word out and it sent a murmur through the crowd. “I think if you’re genuinely interested in our reconstruction, your precious castle should be made to match our town, eh?”
Vek’s eyes flared orange red and stared into the half-elf. He whispered. “Don’t you… ever… threaten my home.”
Langard swallowed. This wasn’t going well.
Behind Vek, a flash of light and the sound of magic swirling through the castle. He looked back to see Jamison and Grumbar, looking very badly beaten. “Jamison. What happened? Where are the others?”
Jamison looked out and saw the town of Verbobonc across the drawbridge, staring into the castle at him. He realized he was carrying two mangled lumps of flesh in his hands, and quickly put them behind his back. Grumbar did the same with the severed hand in his grasp. Jamison tried to sound casual. “Oh… uh… I think we should talk about it afterward. You’re busy.”
Langard seized on Jamison’s appearance. “Jamison? As in Jamison CROW?? The mad wizard of the Flanaess is under your roof, lich? The man responsible for countless deaths in the realm?” Jamison shrank away and ran into the castle.
Vek cursed Jamison’s inconvenient timing. “Yes,” he said. “He was under the control of elemental evil. He has since been purged of it and is working to make amends to those he helped destroy. It’s all he can do.”
“WAS under the control of evil?? What about you? Aren’t you ‘EVIL’, LICH?”
“No.” Vek spoke to the crowd. “I worship the goddess of death and magic. This does not make me evil. I am undead. This does not make me evil. I was part of a group that accidentally set a dragon to destroying my town. This does not make me evil. I am a creature of law, Langard. Law is the hard red blade that sends the screaming hordes of chaos back to their hell. I work to repair this town because it is MY town. My army, the Knights of Wee Jas, are here to help you and the people of Verbobonc to rebuild, because we ARE at fault for the dragon’s attacks, and it is something we can never repay… but we are going to try. That is the essence of law. Rebuilding rule in the face of entropic decay.“
The crowd murmured. Some lowered their torches and talked in hushed voices. Among them, Jamison Crow walked. He had slipped out the back door wearing his hat of disguise, and now wandered amongst the peasants, looking like one. “I don’t want to destroy the only force helping us to rebuild,” he said loudly. He moved to another spot and spoke in a different voice. “What exactly IS a lich, anyway?” He moved again. “Lord Mormont is right!” The people were starting to agree with the things Jamison was shouting. The people lowered their weapons and looked about at each other uncertainly.
Langard knew he had lost. “All right,” he said. “We will discuss this amongst ourselves for a time. I warn you, lich… We will be watching you very carefully.”
“And I,” Vek replied, “will be watching YOU, Langard.”
The people began dispersing.
Jamison went back to the castle and rejoined Vek inside. "That was a good plan," Vek said. "Quick thinking, Jamison... though you could have teleported in at a better time."
"Never mind that," Jamison said. He pulled out a chair at the dining hall and sat. "We've got bigger problems. Have a seat."
MORE TO COME...
“Why?” came the whisper that sounded like the word was spoken through a dried up throat.
“Because the name of Spellforge is cursed in this land. Your group cost everyone here a fruitful life. The few who remained in town have had to work hard to even begin to recover what was lost thanks to your friend the dragon.” The crowd yelled agreement.
“Our friend the dragon.”
“That’s right. Why else would he leave your castle unharmed when the REST of us are slaughtered like lambs in a stable?”
“You fool. We went to kill the dragon… and when we failed, it attacked our town. It was the cruelest kind of revenge. It ruined the lives of the Knights of the Silver Quill. We separated to different areas of the land. Katya and Rafflorn, who by rights owned this castle, fled to the west to keep their people safe… to keep all of YOU safe… from further attacks. They fled, yes, and lived in hiding for the rest of their days.”
Langard spoke loudly. “So the dragon attacked us to attack you? I’m sorry, but let me tell you what really happened. You had dealings with the dragon. You were in league. Perhaps you even plotted this out to try to gain control of the town’s shattered people. What’s for certain is that you are now attempting to gain favor with our town so that we’ll perhaps look the other way when you begin increasing in power and attempting to take over the world. We’d be too weak and impoverished to fight back, is that it?” The crowd grew excited. “WE’D BE TOO INDEBTED TO YOU TO STAND UP FOR OURSELVES, IS THAT IT?!”
“We meant no harm to you or the people of Verbobonc… whom embraced us before the incident. It was the revenge of an ancient wyrm. It was planned to ruin us.”
“The only thing I see about this place that seems ruined is you, UNDEAD.” Langard hissed the word out and it sent a murmur through the crowd. “I think if you’re genuinely interested in our reconstruction, your precious castle should be made to match our town, eh?”
Vek’s eyes flared orange red and stared into the half-elf. He whispered. “Don’t you… ever… threaten my home.”
Langard swallowed. This wasn’t going well.
Behind Vek, a flash of light and the sound of magic swirling through the castle. He looked back to see Jamison and Grumbar, looking very badly beaten. “Jamison. What happened? Where are the others?”
Jamison looked out and saw the town of Verbobonc across the drawbridge, staring into the castle at him. He realized he was carrying two mangled lumps of flesh in his hands, and quickly put them behind his back. Grumbar did the same with the severed hand in his grasp. Jamison tried to sound casual. “Oh… uh… I think we should talk about it afterward. You’re busy.”
Langard seized on Jamison’s appearance. “Jamison? As in Jamison CROW?? The mad wizard of the Flanaess is under your roof, lich? The man responsible for countless deaths in the realm?” Jamison shrank away and ran into the castle.
Vek cursed Jamison’s inconvenient timing. “Yes,” he said. “He was under the control of elemental evil. He has since been purged of it and is working to make amends to those he helped destroy. It’s all he can do.”
“WAS under the control of evil?? What about you? Aren’t you ‘EVIL’, LICH?”
“No.” Vek spoke to the crowd. “I worship the goddess of death and magic. This does not make me evil. I am undead. This does not make me evil. I was part of a group that accidentally set a dragon to destroying my town. This does not make me evil. I am a creature of law, Langard. Law is the hard red blade that sends the screaming hordes of chaos back to their hell. I work to repair this town because it is MY town. My army, the Knights of Wee Jas, are here to help you and the people of Verbobonc to rebuild, because we ARE at fault for the dragon’s attacks, and it is something we can never repay… but we are going to try. That is the essence of law. Rebuilding rule in the face of entropic decay.“
The crowd murmured. Some lowered their torches and talked in hushed voices. Among them, Jamison Crow walked. He had slipped out the back door wearing his hat of disguise, and now wandered amongst the peasants, looking like one. “I don’t want to destroy the only force helping us to rebuild,” he said loudly. He moved to another spot and spoke in a different voice. “What exactly IS a lich, anyway?” He moved again. “Lord Mormont is right!” The people were starting to agree with the things Jamison was shouting. The people lowered their weapons and looked about at each other uncertainly.
Langard knew he had lost. “All right,” he said. “We will discuss this amongst ourselves for a time. I warn you, lich… We will be watching you very carefully.”
“And I,” Vek replied, “will be watching YOU, Langard.”
The people began dispersing.
Jamison went back to the castle and rejoined Vek inside. "That was a good plan," Vek said. "Quick thinking, Jamison... though you could have teleported in at a better time."
"Never mind that," Jamison said. He pulled out a chair at the dining hall and sat. "We've got bigger problems. Have a seat."
MORE TO COME...
Breakstone
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Heh heh heh... great thinking, Jamison!
And that speech by Vek was very, very well said.
And that speech by Vek was very, very well said.
Ziona
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Metus said:
Here are a few pics from the Christmas party, as requested...
From L to R: Doc, Xaltar (Shade), WeeJas (Griff/Vek), Dent (Jo'nas), and Justin playing Hero Clix...
and here is one of Dartan (Grumbar) with the Gandalf bobble head in his hands that Xaltar & I gave him for Christmas...
And finally, here is the pic that WeeJas took of the rest of us while we were watching A Christmas Story... (you'll shoot your eye out!!)
Happy New Year to you all!
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DWARF
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Okay, I'll expalin my logic behind my disapproval of Jamison Crow.
Jamison plays with forces he shouldn't -> Jamison ends up causing bad things
Then, Jamison says he wants to repent for all the bad things that happened. And he then proceeds to play with forces he shouldn't. (The gong, the mirror, etc.) Now last time he did stuff like this, people died. How is doing the same foolish actions that caused the original tragedy's "repenting"?
Jamison plays with forces he shouldn't -> Jamison ends up causing bad things
Then, Jamison says he wants to repent for all the bad things that happened. And he then proceeds to play with forces he shouldn't. (The gong, the mirror, etc.) Now last time he did stuff like this, people died. How is doing the same foolish actions that caused the original tragedy's "repenting"?
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