The Continuing Adventures of the Knights of the Silver Quill
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Dr. Midnight, you are correct. But I like the Faith No More version much better than the Lionell Richie (?spelling?) original !
And as for the skeleton: it was not hostile !!! Basta.com! Still, very cool reaction, Vek. And now you have an artifact !!! COOL !!!
Go up, Vek, up. Don't take on the half-dragon dinosaurs !!!
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BTW, I will have my party meet Dr. Midnight in my campaign !!! I am currently playing the original ToEE (takes alot of time to convert that)... Can I have a look at your stats, doc?
And as for the skeleton: it was not hostile !!! Basta.com! Still, very cool reaction, Vek. And now you have an artifact !!! COOL !!!
Go up, Vek, up. Don't take on the half-dragon dinosaurs !!!
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BTW, I will have my party meet Dr. Midnight in my campaign !!! I am currently playing the original ToEE (takes alot of time to convert that)... Can I have a look at your stats, doc?
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Dr Midnight
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Old One said:
The body count will be...
...high.
How high?
One member of the group dies twice.
Neverwinter- I need an address to send that to.
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Dr. Midnight and Co. great game! You have convinced me to add some fate points to my RttToEE game to hopefully combat the total meatgrinder effect. It has already saved one PC from petrification and they just finished the Moathouse.
Keep up the good work the death and destruction are great.
Keep up the good work the death and destruction are great.
Dr Midnight
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Back upstairs, Menerous attempted to open the door on the left. It opened easily. A vertical wall of calm, murky water stood before him. They couldn't see more than two feet into its depth. Menerous passed his sword through it, and it rippled like water. It just stayed upright. "I'd rather not deal with that right now," he said. "What's beyond the other door?" He opened the door on the right.
Behind the door was a woman with a mad expression on her face. "I am." she croaked. Menerous drew his sword and tried to run into the room as she readied a spell. He was blocked by the forbiddance cast on the doorway. He barely had time to acknowledge it. The woman cast her spell, and Menerous flinched. His eyes fell back into his head, his mouth opened, and his skin turned gray. His knees buckled. His empty armor fell clattering upon the cobbles as ash drifted down.
"NO!!!" Dartan screamed in shock. Vek dashed towards the room and slipped past the magical barrier. He ran straight up to her and delicately placed his finger between her bloodshot eyes.
"Wee Jas grants you the gift of death."
The woman's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes fluttered. Her pulse stopped. She fell to the floor, dead. Vek turned and moved back to Menerous. He was destroyed- his body was ash. "There is nothing I can do for him," Kyla said sadly.
Dartan kneeled next to Menerous' armor. He had no friends left in the world. This man had been the only friend he'd had for a substantial amount of time. He had outlived everyone in the party. The Knights of the Silver Quill now consisted of Dartan and members who'd been with the group for less than a week.
Kyla began to scoop his ashes into a pile to be collected. "Don't touch him," Dartan snapped. He took the sack from Menerous' belt- the one that contained Myramus' ashes. He gently added Menerous' ashes to the bag. "They would want to be together." Everyone watched, and no one found the scene especially touching. None of them had known Dartan long enough to know that sentiment and respect for the dead were not among his traits.
He tied the bag shut and hung it from his own belt. The fallen paladin stood and said "Let's move on."
"Upstairs?" Jettok asked.
"Into the next room, where that whipping sound is coming from." The others strained their ears and were surprised to hear it- the sound of someone being flogged, repeatedly. Mild grunts accompanied each strike.
Dartan signaled to Vek, Katya and Kyla to move through the dry room and position themselves by the doors. Dartan and Jettok stepped into the room of water. Jet's beard floated around him as he walked through the room. The room was cold and the water extremely murky. Luckily, there was nothing waiting for him in the gloom. He found a door. Dartan's instincts were correct- the two rooms led to the remaining room, where the whipping was coming from. Jettok opened the door and jumped out of the water with a splash, axe in hand. Vek heard the noise and opened his door as well. The party stood disgusted at what they were seeing.
A shirtless man, roughly fifty years old, was kneeling on the floor. His wild gray hair stuck out in all directions. He had a filthy beard, through which he drooled without care. His eyes were mad with sickness. In his right hand he held a cat-o-nine-tails, which he was repeatedly slashing across his own bloodstreaked back. The ends of the whip's tails were fastened with fish hooks. The hooks caught under the skin and made a barely audible noise as they ripped free. His emaciated frame trembled with pleasure. Katya covered her mouth, fearing she might be sick. The man turned to them, grinning. "More... more unbelievers! Come inside and know how it hurts to be hated!"
More to come...
Behind the door was a woman with a mad expression on her face. "I am." she croaked. Menerous drew his sword and tried to run into the room as she readied a spell. He was blocked by the forbiddance cast on the doorway. He barely had time to acknowledge it. The woman cast her spell, and Menerous flinched. His eyes fell back into his head, his mouth opened, and his skin turned gray. His knees buckled. His empty armor fell clattering upon the cobbles as ash drifted down.
"NO!!!" Dartan screamed in shock. Vek dashed towards the room and slipped past the magical barrier. He ran straight up to her and delicately placed his finger between her bloodshot eyes.
"Wee Jas grants you the gift of death."
The woman's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes fluttered. Her pulse stopped. She fell to the floor, dead. Vek turned and moved back to Menerous. He was destroyed- his body was ash. "There is nothing I can do for him," Kyla said sadly.
Dartan kneeled next to Menerous' armor. He had no friends left in the world. This man had been the only friend he'd had for a substantial amount of time. He had outlived everyone in the party. The Knights of the Silver Quill now consisted of Dartan and members who'd been with the group for less than a week.
Kyla began to scoop his ashes into a pile to be collected. "Don't touch him," Dartan snapped. He took the sack from Menerous' belt- the one that contained Myramus' ashes. He gently added Menerous' ashes to the bag. "They would want to be together." Everyone watched, and no one found the scene especially touching. None of them had known Dartan long enough to know that sentiment and respect for the dead were not among his traits.
He tied the bag shut and hung it from his own belt. The fallen paladin stood and said "Let's move on."
"Upstairs?" Jettok asked.
"Into the next room, where that whipping sound is coming from." The others strained their ears and were surprised to hear it- the sound of someone being flogged, repeatedly. Mild grunts accompanied each strike.
Dartan signaled to Vek, Katya and Kyla to move through the dry room and position themselves by the doors. Dartan and Jettok stepped into the room of water. Jet's beard floated around him as he walked through the room. The room was cold and the water extremely murky. Luckily, there was nothing waiting for him in the gloom. He found a door. Dartan's instincts were correct- the two rooms led to the remaining room, where the whipping was coming from. Jettok opened the door and jumped out of the water with a splash, axe in hand. Vek heard the noise and opened his door as well. The party stood disgusted at what they were seeing.
A shirtless man, roughly fifty years old, was kneeling on the floor. His wild gray hair stuck out in all directions. He had a filthy beard, through which he drooled without care. His eyes were mad with sickness. In his right hand he held a cat-o-nine-tails, which he was repeatedly slashing across his own bloodstreaked back. The ends of the whip's tails were fastened with fish hooks. The hooks caught under the skin and made a barely audible noise as they ripped free. His emaciated frame trembled with pleasure. Katya covered her mouth, fearing she might be sick. The man turned to them, grinning. "More... more unbelievers! Come inside and know how it hurts to be hated!"
More to come...
Zelda Themelin
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I just wanted to tell I love this story.
I also keep on checking your page for updates of any kind.
I wish my DM had ability to write down our adventures.
I also keep on checking your page for updates of any kind.
I wish my DM had ability to write down our adventures.
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