The Age of Worms - Morrus' Campaign - Finished 6th August!!
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Eccles
Ragged idiot in a trilby.
Almost at the instant that we entered the room which had recently held 8 skeletons, a door on the left wall swung open. In the doorway stood a black-robed man stood framed in a light from the room behind him. His heavily scarred face was transfixed in a snarl as he clutched a wickedly bladed longspear. Seeing us, he blinked twice and yelled out loud;
“Intru!” He got no further before Flynn’s arrow hurtled through his neck and he collapsed to the floor in a twitching heap.
Behind the still-falling corpse we could see a cluster of other men rising and picking up longspears. As the first of these moved towards us, Niccoli spun round and hurled a throwing axe, striking the man in the forehead throwing him backwards and killing him instantly. Torvig fired a slingstone which struck another as they surged towards us en masse. Niccoli threw himself back at the group, sword in hand; Torvig ran in after him.
From my position across the room, I could hear Niccoli shouting “Tom” at one of the black-robed men with spears. The reply was a snarl of “die intruder”, accompanied with a vicious stab of the spear. The stab missed completely, as Torvig and Niccoli smashed down yet more of the robed men. Even as they fell, their deaths had no effect whatsoever on the men still fighting us.
.oOo.
Suddenly, from behind me a second door burst open, and two chainmail wearing tieflngs rushed in wielding axes; and the room was abruptly filled with shadows and gloom. I could dimly see one of the horned figures dashing across the room and swinging his axe into Flynn’s side. Morgan’s return fire went wide of the mark, and he cursed and immediately blamed the shadows wreathing his opponents. Beyond, I could still hear the clanging and grunting as Niccoli was still mowing his way through his opponents.
Morgan, Niccoli and I fired a few shots at the tieflings before one of them backflipped athletically, hurtled past me up the last corridor we had not yet explored. Flynn followed and then cursed as his arrow comprehensively missed its target.
Still under fire, the tiefling pulled out a key and unlocked a padlocked door before Flynn dashed out and stabbed the half-breed through the throat. For his efforts he was rewarded by the now unlocked double doors bursting open as a truly massive boar; its tusks capped with riveted iron, hurtled out and gored him deeply. Alarmed, Flynn dashed back to us in the main room whilst Torvig smashed the other tiefling to the floor with his Morningstar. Niccoli returned from the other room, bleeding freely from an upper arm injury.
I used some of my magic to heal Niccoli, as behind me the bellowing behemoth slammed into Flynn a second time, wounding him very badly indeed. Torvig stepped forwards and touched him, releasing healing energies into Niccoli and bring him back nearly to the point of full health.
Just to one side of me, Morgan began to chant a new series of words. He pointed, and suddenly a dark ghostly force surged out towards the dire boar, screaming a blood curdling oath as it coalesced into a thousand vengeful spirits. They flew at the boar, sailed straight over the top of it and continued down the corridor, screaming all the while.
“Intru!” He got no further before Flynn’s arrow hurtled through his neck and he collapsed to the floor in a twitching heap.
Behind the still-falling corpse we could see a cluster of other men rising and picking up longspears. As the first of these moved towards us, Niccoli spun round and hurled a throwing axe, striking the man in the forehead throwing him backwards and killing him instantly. Torvig fired a slingstone which struck another as they surged towards us en masse. Niccoli threw himself back at the group, sword in hand; Torvig ran in after him.
From my position across the room, I could hear Niccoli shouting “Tom” at one of the black-robed men with spears. The reply was a snarl of “die intruder”, accompanied with a vicious stab of the spear. The stab missed completely, as Torvig and Niccoli smashed down yet more of the robed men. Even as they fell, their deaths had no effect whatsoever on the men still fighting us.
.oOo.
Suddenly, from behind me a second door burst open, and two chainmail wearing tieflngs rushed in wielding axes; and the room was abruptly filled with shadows and gloom. I could dimly see one of the horned figures dashing across the room and swinging his axe into Flynn’s side. Morgan’s return fire went wide of the mark, and he cursed and immediately blamed the shadows wreathing his opponents. Beyond, I could still hear the clanging and grunting as Niccoli was still mowing his way through his opponents.
Morgan, Niccoli and I fired a few shots at the tieflings before one of them backflipped athletically, hurtled past me up the last corridor we had not yet explored. Flynn followed and then cursed as his arrow comprehensively missed its target.
Still under fire, the tiefling pulled out a key and unlocked a padlocked door before Flynn dashed out and stabbed the half-breed through the throat. For his efforts he was rewarded by the now unlocked double doors bursting open as a truly massive boar; its tusks capped with riveted iron, hurtled out and gored him deeply. Alarmed, Flynn dashed back to us in the main room whilst Torvig smashed the other tiefling to the floor with his Morningstar. Niccoli returned from the other room, bleeding freely from an upper arm injury.
I used some of my magic to heal Niccoli, as behind me the bellowing behemoth slammed into Flynn a second time, wounding him very badly indeed. Torvig stepped forwards and touched him, releasing healing energies into Niccoli and bring him back nearly to the point of full health.
Just to one side of me, Morgan began to chant a new series of words. He pointed, and suddenly a dark ghostly force surged out towards the dire boar, screaming a blood curdling oath as it coalesced into a thousand vengeful spirits. They flew at the boar, sailed straight over the top of it and continued down the corridor, screaming all the while.
Eccles
Ragged idiot in a trilby.
Gripping his bastard sword in one hand and his shield in the other, Niccoli ran towards the boar, but it reacted to him by bringing his head around to face him and slashing him across the face and neck with the huge iron tusks. Suddenly nearly at the point of death, my friend held his course, and swung his sword at the beast – the sharp blade merely bouncing off its tough hide.
Stepping further forwards, Torvig spend the last of his greater magics to heal Niccoli. Morgan flung a series of eldritch spirits at the boar to no effect whatsoever. My arrows scraped its hide a little, but only succeeded in annoying the animal. In response to this lack of damage, Niccoli shook off his shield and delivered a massive two handed slash across its shoulder. The beast raised a titanic hoof and slammed it down – about three or four inches away from where Niccoli had been standing moments before.
The rest of us continued to be thoroughly unsuccessful in damaging the boar when yet another door opened, this one down the corridor behind the animal. A head poked out briefly, and then the door slammed shut again.
Despite being in the darkness, the boar gouged another tear into Niccoli’s flesh. Flynn, Morgan and I continued to pour arrows in the beast’s direction as Torvig and Niccoli carried on slashing at the beast. Taking a moment from combat, Torvig tried to heal Flynn, but was distracted by the boar’s iron capped tusks as they tore into him.
I dashed up (whilst the beast was distracted and chewing on Torvig) and cast my remaining magic onto Niccoli, patching up a few of his lesser injuries, and was therefore within inches of the titanic boar as its teeth closed on Niccoli’s jerkin. Even as I was stepping backwards again, I could see Niccoli slumping to the floor.
Stepping further forwards, Torvig spend the last of his greater magics to heal Niccoli. Morgan flung a series of eldritch spirits at the boar to no effect whatsoever. My arrows scraped its hide a little, but only succeeded in annoying the animal. In response to this lack of damage, Niccoli shook off his shield and delivered a massive two handed slash across its shoulder. The beast raised a titanic hoof and slammed it down – about three or four inches away from where Niccoli had been standing moments before.
The rest of us continued to be thoroughly unsuccessful in damaging the boar when yet another door opened, this one down the corridor behind the animal. A head poked out briefly, and then the door slammed shut again.
Despite being in the darkness, the boar gouged another tear into Niccoli’s flesh. Flynn, Morgan and I continued to pour arrows in the beast’s direction as Torvig and Niccoli carried on slashing at the beast. Taking a moment from combat, Torvig tried to heal Flynn, but was distracted by the boar’s iron capped tusks as they tore into him.
I dashed up (whilst the beast was distracted and chewing on Torvig) and cast my remaining magic onto Niccoli, patching up a few of his lesser injuries, and was therefore within inches of the titanic boar as its teeth closed on Niccoli’s jerkin. Even as I was stepping backwards again, I could see Niccoli slumping to the floor.
Eccles
Ragged idiot in a trilby.
Firing over my shoulder as I backed up, Flynn managed to land an arrow into the beast’s spine. It roared in pain and anger, but kept on moving up to close with Torvig. In response, Torvig pulled out his Morningstar and managed to break off one of the tusks as we continued to shoot at the beast.
Teeth and tusk scraped along the edge of Torvig’s shield as Flynn managed to sink another arrow into the creature’s eye – again the beast bellowed, but it kept on moving, turning its massive head and sinking its teeth into Torvig’s throat. There was a gout of blood, and the dwarf collapsed to the floor.
Behind me, Morgan concluded a brief chant and then fired a rapid crossbow shot. The bold slammed through the roof of the beast’s mouth and sank into the brain with pinpoint accuracy. With a shudder, the creature exhaled and crashed to the floor.
.oOo.
Dashing forwards, I managed to grab Niccoli around the chest, pinning the torn flesh in place and stopping the bleeding, leaving my friend in a colossal pool of blood. Morgan and Niccoli moved in to assist Torvig, whose life was also slipping away rapidly. The two struggled over what to do for some moments, as Torvig’s pulse became weaker and weaker, until Morgan (with a worrying knowledge of the human anatomy) was able to stop the bleeding from the cleric’s throat.
We dragged the pair of them back to the winch-platform, and hoisted ourselves up, tying bells to the chain in the centre to warn of anyone climbing up or down. Beneath us, we could see figures moving around the base of the shaft, clutching torches and moving bodies; two figures in heavy armour together with still more of the axe wielding tieflings and a pair of lumbering zombies.
We tried our best to rest, barely getting any sleep in the close quarters of the elevator shaft. In the morning, Torvig and Niccoli were still unconscious, until my day’s spells proved just enough to bring the pair of them to life. Torvig then emptied his own repertoire to make himself, Niccoli and Flynn fully healthy.
Teeth and tusk scraped along the edge of Torvig’s shield as Flynn managed to sink another arrow into the creature’s eye – again the beast bellowed, but it kept on moving, turning its massive head and sinking its teeth into Torvig’s throat. There was a gout of blood, and the dwarf collapsed to the floor.
Behind me, Morgan concluded a brief chant and then fired a rapid crossbow shot. The bold slammed through the roof of the beast’s mouth and sank into the brain with pinpoint accuracy. With a shudder, the creature exhaled and crashed to the floor.
.oOo.
Dashing forwards, I managed to grab Niccoli around the chest, pinning the torn flesh in place and stopping the bleeding, leaving my friend in a colossal pool of blood. Morgan and Niccoli moved in to assist Torvig, whose life was also slipping away rapidly. The two struggled over what to do for some moments, as Torvig’s pulse became weaker and weaker, until Morgan (with a worrying knowledge of the human anatomy) was able to stop the bleeding from the cleric’s throat.
We dragged the pair of them back to the winch-platform, and hoisted ourselves up, tying bells to the chain in the centre to warn of anyone climbing up or down. Beneath us, we could see figures moving around the base of the shaft, clutching torches and moving bodies; two figures in heavy armour together with still more of the axe wielding tieflings and a pair of lumbering zombies.
We tried our best to rest, barely getting any sleep in the close quarters of the elevator shaft. In the morning, Torvig and Niccoli were still unconscious, until my day’s spells proved just enough to bring the pair of them to life. Torvig then emptied his own repertoire to make himself, Niccoli and Flynn fully healthy.
Eccles
Ragged idiot in a trilby.
I grasped the winch, the others ringing around me. As we descended carefully, Morgan began to use his own spells. Once again, the spectral figure wrapped its arms and robe around the mage, even as he summoned more ghostly energies and breathed them into his lungs, colouring his flesh and energising him.
We began to move faster, finally hurtling down as fast as we could safely manage before hurtling into the occupied room beneath us. As we burst into the torchlight, Morgan flung his latest abomination of a spell at the armoured woman. Closer to, we could see that she was heavily scarred and carried a heavy symbol of Hextor. The male figure was a large half orc in similar armour, whilst two undead and a trio of tieflings stood in a ring around the base of the elevator.
Transfixed by Morgan’s spell, the woman was surrounded by a hundred gibbering spirits, which began tormenting her and pulling at her hair. The others on the platform with me poured fire into the woman, and as the arrows slammed home the tiny spirits began to pull at the wounds, pulling gashes open and delighting in the flow of blood from her body.
On the other side of the room, the half orc quaffed a potion, and his outline became uncertain and blurred. Even as the female cleric hurled a spell at us to dispirit us, I began to chant in encouragement of my comrades. Morgan flung another spell out, this time at the half orc, and we could see the hulking figure’s eyes turn milky white in blindness.
Amidst heavy fire from below (mostly slamming into the underside of the platform), we crashed down to within 10 feet of the ground. Niccoli leapt off the platform and stumbled across to the woman and hacked her head off with one brutal swipe of his sword. The orc swallowed another potion, and a black energy surrounded him with its dark protections. More spells and arrows flew as Morgan’s spirits drained the very life energy from the orc, draining it of a huge amount of strength. In response, the three tieflings began to fire their longbows at the wizard, striking him and removing much of the protective spirit energies coursing through his system.
.oOo.
Seeing that the big orc was blinded, I cast one of my minor cantrips, creating a number of voices and noises of swords and armour all around the orc, which caused him to swing blindly around him. As I was casting this, Morgan began to use a cantrip of his own, dazing one of the tieflings; the other two shot at him and missed. Niccolih, meanwhile, came under assault by the two shambling zombies.
A light began to blaze above us as gallons of burning oil was poured from hundreds of feet above us to land on the wooden platform. I leapt off the platform, whilst Flynn evaded the oil; Morgan and Torvig weren’t as lucky, taking burns from the flaming liquid as it splattered around them. Now on the floor, I copied Morgan by dazing one of the tieflings with a cantrip. Torvig jumped off the platform and joined Niccoli in battle with the zombies before Morgan cast one of his larger spells; a single large spirit hurtling at the half-fiend, who fled from the ghost, running in fear down one of the corridors.
Spending my last spell in dazing another tiefling, I saw Torvig and Niccoli drop one of the zombies and move onto another. I nocked an arrow and started chanting once more. At about the same time, the spell of noise affecting the orc expired, and I began to duck into and then back out of his reach, giving him another target to swing at. Behind me, the second heavy zombie body crashed to the floor.
My arrows starting flying in the general direction of the tielfing standing there (the second having been shot by Flynn’s more accurate missile fire), whilst Morgan once again managed to dazzle the half-blood with one of his cantrips. Behind me, Niccoli dropped his shield and dashed across the room; hacking the half-orc from shoulder to hip in one enormous two-handed slash.
Arrows flew, sword and spear stabbed out, and finally we were left with one tiefling to defeat – the one which had fled, and was now shooting at us from the far end of the large room with the pool of dark liquid. We began a shooting battle with him as Flynn crept towards the fiend. Most of our arrows went wild, until Flynn fired a single shot which took the tiefling at the throat, and the fight was over.
We began to move faster, finally hurtling down as fast as we could safely manage before hurtling into the occupied room beneath us. As we burst into the torchlight, Morgan flung his latest abomination of a spell at the armoured woman. Closer to, we could see that she was heavily scarred and carried a heavy symbol of Hextor. The male figure was a large half orc in similar armour, whilst two undead and a trio of tieflings stood in a ring around the base of the elevator.
Transfixed by Morgan’s spell, the woman was surrounded by a hundred gibbering spirits, which began tormenting her and pulling at her hair. The others on the platform with me poured fire into the woman, and as the arrows slammed home the tiny spirits began to pull at the wounds, pulling gashes open and delighting in the flow of blood from her body.
On the other side of the room, the half orc quaffed a potion, and his outline became uncertain and blurred. Even as the female cleric hurled a spell at us to dispirit us, I began to chant in encouragement of my comrades. Morgan flung another spell out, this time at the half orc, and we could see the hulking figure’s eyes turn milky white in blindness.
Amidst heavy fire from below (mostly slamming into the underside of the platform), we crashed down to within 10 feet of the ground. Niccoli leapt off the platform and stumbled across to the woman and hacked her head off with one brutal swipe of his sword. The orc swallowed another potion, and a black energy surrounded him with its dark protections. More spells and arrows flew as Morgan’s spirits drained the very life energy from the orc, draining it of a huge amount of strength. In response, the three tieflings began to fire their longbows at the wizard, striking him and removing much of the protective spirit energies coursing through his system.
.oOo.
Seeing that the big orc was blinded, I cast one of my minor cantrips, creating a number of voices and noises of swords and armour all around the orc, which caused him to swing blindly around him. As I was casting this, Morgan began to use a cantrip of his own, dazing one of the tieflings; the other two shot at him and missed. Niccolih, meanwhile, came under assault by the two shambling zombies.
A light began to blaze above us as gallons of burning oil was poured from hundreds of feet above us to land on the wooden platform. I leapt off the platform, whilst Flynn evaded the oil; Morgan and Torvig weren’t as lucky, taking burns from the flaming liquid as it splattered around them. Now on the floor, I copied Morgan by dazing one of the tieflings with a cantrip. Torvig jumped off the platform and joined Niccoli in battle with the zombies before Morgan cast one of his larger spells; a single large spirit hurtling at the half-fiend, who fled from the ghost, running in fear down one of the corridors.
Spending my last spell in dazing another tiefling, I saw Torvig and Niccoli drop one of the zombies and move onto another. I nocked an arrow and started chanting once more. At about the same time, the spell of noise affecting the orc expired, and I began to duck into and then back out of his reach, giving him another target to swing at. Behind me, the second heavy zombie body crashed to the floor.
My arrows starting flying in the general direction of the tielfing standing there (the second having been shot by Flynn’s more accurate missile fire), whilst Morgan once again managed to dazzle the half-blood with one of his cantrips. Behind me, Niccoli dropped his shield and dashed across the room; hacking the half-orc from shoulder to hip in one enormous two-handed slash.
Arrows flew, sword and spear stabbed out, and finally we were left with one tiefling to defeat – the one which had fled, and was now shooting at us from the far end of the large room with the pool of dark liquid. We began a shooting battle with him as Flynn crept towards the fiend. Most of our arrows went wild, until Flynn fired a single shot which took the tiefling at the throat, and the fight was over.
Aurora
First Post
Damn good fight! Low levels when you can kill something with one shot are so much fun! Of course, the trade-off is that you can die with one great shot as well! (As a first level character of mine almost found out last night!).
Great update! Do you just have one heck of a good memory, do you fudge the details a bit, or do you take really good notes?
Great update! Do you just have one heck of a good memory, do you fudge the details a bit, or do you take really good notes?
Darmanicus
I'm Ray...of Enfeeblement
Aurora said:
The fight was really enjoyable, I seem to have forgotten the joys of low level stuff and just how effective even cantrips can be! Morrus also has a way of describing the bad guys in a way where we're always on a back foot and quite edgy until we've nearly killed everything
Aurora said:
I've got to hand it to Eccles, he really does do some furious scribbling during our sessions and so far I reckon this SH has been spot on.
kroh said:
Depends on where you work.....I might do it for free
Seriously though I decided I wanted spirit/ghost visuals for my spells and came up with one or two ideas however Eccles really surprised me with some of the other stuff. I particularly liked the armoured spirit wrapping its cloak about me....or giving me a hug, (for Mage Armour)!!!
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