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Plane Sailing
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Probably my incurable sense of honesty and fair-play 
(Membership of the RBDMC might help a tad though
)
gets back to writing
(Membership of the RBDMC might help a tad though
)gets back to writing
Plane Sailing
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Come on Shockwave, you're not doing *too* badly.
After all, you've only lost 3 characters so far - the same as Robberbaron - and you are behind Kev who has lost 4!
After all, you've only lost 3 characters so far - the same as Robberbaron - and you are behind Kev who has lost 4!
Plane Sailing
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A diversionary assualt starts going wrong...
After spending an hour recovering, and with no noise detected from the door which leads further into the complex, it is agreed that Taran will start scouting ahead. The door is opened quietly and he slips silently into the corridor. Making the most of the concealment offered by the flickering wall torches he glides almost invisible down the corridor. Past a door with no sound from behind it. The main corridor proceeds ahead, but he turns down a narrow side corridor. He is no more than twenty feet down it when some creatures up ahead seem to have caught his scent – there is the sound of squealing hisses, and loud bangs as creatures throw themselves against the bars of their cage by the sound of it.
A door in front of him opens and Heunar, a minor half-orc wizard in a long coat steps out to investigate his animals. Taran gets the drop on him, but has to move closer and so he only gets in a single sneak attack, which is appallingly poor. Heunar casts invisibility defensively and then runs away from his attacker.
Taran returns to the guardroom, gathers the others and they all run down the main corridor shouting “For the temple of Air!”DM note: At first I thought they just weren’t particularly concerned about the possibility of organised resistance and a raised alarm, but it turned out they were hoping to sow discord amongst the elemental temples by pretending to be from a rival temple – they didn’t really have the necessary understanding of the politics to pull it off at this point though
They reach a large intersection. Ahead is corridor with additional doors, to the right are double doors engraved with unholy scenes, to the left an arched opening to the outside world, and a hill giant standing at the edge. He appears to be munching on melons…
Trajan attempts to taunt the giant into attacking him while Taran takes up a hiding place suitable for a flanking attack when the giant charges up. The giant declines to charge however, and instead throws a ripe melon at Trajan, splattering with some force over his upper body and rocking him back on his heels. The giant then picks up a small boulder and gestures obscenely. Trajan remembers the pounding he took at the hands of the Ettin and so he puts his new techniques into practice - springing forwards, slashing at the giant and then springing back once more. The giant responds with thrown boulders and Taran starts getting frustrated at his lack of opportunity to take action.
Meliamne backs against the doorway and starts using his bow to send arrows into the giant when Anne-Marie, who has been standing rearguard, shouts the alarm as a cloud of darkness blossoms in the corridor between them and their exit.
I hate to say it, but watch out for another death coming up in the next installment...
After spending an hour recovering, and with no noise detected from the door which leads further into the complex, it is agreed that Taran will start scouting ahead. The door is opened quietly and he slips silently into the corridor. Making the most of the concealment offered by the flickering wall torches he glides almost invisible down the corridor. Past a door with no sound from behind it. The main corridor proceeds ahead, but he turns down a narrow side corridor. He is no more than twenty feet down it when some creatures up ahead seem to have caught his scent – there is the sound of squealing hisses, and loud bangs as creatures throw themselves against the bars of their cage by the sound of it.
A door in front of him opens and Heunar, a minor half-orc wizard in a long coat steps out to investigate his animals. Taran gets the drop on him, but has to move closer and so he only gets in a single sneak attack, which is appallingly poor. Heunar casts invisibility defensively and then runs away from his attacker.
Taran returns to the guardroom, gathers the others and they all run down the main corridor shouting “For the temple of Air!”DM note: At first I thought they just weren’t particularly concerned about the possibility of organised resistance and a raised alarm, but it turned out they were hoping to sow discord amongst the elemental temples by pretending to be from a rival temple – they didn’t really have the necessary understanding of the politics to pull it off at this point though
They reach a large intersection. Ahead is corridor with additional doors, to the right are double doors engraved with unholy scenes, to the left an arched opening to the outside world, and a hill giant standing at the edge. He appears to be munching on melons…
Trajan attempts to taunt the giant into attacking him while Taran takes up a hiding place suitable for a flanking attack when the giant charges up. The giant declines to charge however, and instead throws a ripe melon at Trajan, splattering with some force over his upper body and rocking him back on his heels. The giant then picks up a small boulder and gestures obscenely. Trajan remembers the pounding he took at the hands of the Ettin and so he puts his new techniques into practice - springing forwards, slashing at the giant and then springing back once more. The giant responds with thrown boulders and Taran starts getting frustrated at his lack of opportunity to take action.
Meliamne backs against the doorway and starts using his bow to send arrows into the giant when Anne-Marie, who has been standing rearguard, shouts the alarm as a cloud of darkness blossoms in the corridor between them and their exit.
I hate to say it, but watch out for another death coming up in the next installment...
Darklone
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Oih. Remind me to give my players your PK record sheet when they whine next time that only one char from the start of the campaign is still around (I didn't kill ALL of them, some changed character or ... got turned into NPCs.)
Throwing melons
Hmm, gotta use a giant with Ranged Bullrush soon next to a cliff...
Throwing melons
Hmm, gotta use a giant with Ranged Bullrush soon next to a cliff...
robberbaron
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Plane Sailing said:
Yeah, and I didn't kill any of them! They simply couldn't stand up to the pressure of being useful (one time each).
Plane Sailing
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robberbaron said:Yeah, and I didn't kill any of them! They simply couldn't stand up to the pressure of being useful (one time each).
It is a sad irony that Shockwave's characters are normally being berated by the other party members for not being useful, but in each case where a character has stepped forward and taken a risk, or made an effort to be useful to the party and use their magic for the benefit of the party rather than just themselves... the character dies.
Strange but true.
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Plane Sailing
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It's nearly my bed-time, so one more quick post...
An Assault resolved...
A bolt of lightning sears out from the darkness, slightly injuring Anne-Marie and Trajan although Taran avoids the effect by ducking back behind a pillar. Anne-Marie readies herself in case of assault and has to nimbly duck aside as another lightning bolt sears out of the darkness, filling the corridor.
The door behind Meliamne opens, and the elven bard hears huge breathing behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he sees the door being held open by another armoured troll bearing a huge greatsword. The troll swings its sword in a short, punishing arc and sunders his magical bow!
Trajan is slowly winning his war of attrition against the hill giant, his scimitar having opened many wounds across its legs and lower torso – although he is sporting many bruises himself his armour of invulnerability is certainly helping to keep him alive.
Anne-Marie suddenly finds herself fighting two deinonychus which leap out of the darkness and attempt to flank her; She finds herself engaging in a deadly ballet with the two agile dinosaurs imported from the Yin-Sloth jungles.
Taran opens the door next to him and sees a room full of human guards throwing on their armour. He glances round at the fighter troll and bluffs in his most commanding voice
“Quick, some of the intruders are in this room! Kill them now!”
The troll nods in agreement and runs past the gazing Meliamne and svelte Taran and hurtles into the room. Taran pulls the door closed on the chunky sounds of a troll fighter great cleaving through bad guys.
Meliamne winks at Taran – and then is caught in a fireball which blossoms at his intersection. Once again Taran evades damage, and by the grace of Asura Trajan isn’t badly harmed, but poor Meliamne is blasted down, and lies there dying.
Taran runs back to heal Meliamne with his religious icon he is able to con into working. Trajan finally finishes off the Hill Giant and Anne-Marie drops the last of the deinonychus and springs forward into the darkness to assault the female wizard Tippesh who is hiding within. She guesses her location and expertly skewers the stocky evoker, staining her yellow and orange clothes with red blood as the darkness vanishes.
Suddenly Taran and Meliamne are overshadowed by gruesome figure twice their size. He looms out from the doorway, blue-black scales covering his torso, long curved horns arching forward from his temples and with piercing yellow eyes with tiny white pupils. In one hand he holds a huge greatsword and the other is stretched out towards them.
“I am D’Gran and you, mortals, shall be suitable sacrifices. SURRENDER!”
Meliamne is not thinking clearly. His years of simple bardic performing and storytelling have not prepared him for the cut-throat violence of this dungeon. He forgets the cloak of the Mountebank which he won in a bet a century ago, and which could have effortlessly spirited him to safety and attempts to leap to his feet and run.
D’Gran’s freezing blast drops him like a stone, and his frozen flesh shatters as it strikes the hard paving slabs of the floor. Taran manages to once again nimbly avoid an energy attack and tumbles past D’Gran and breaks into a run back towards the guardroom.
“Retreat” cries Anne-Marie, and even though it goes against the grain Trajan joins his companions in arms and runs for it back towards the guardroom and beyond.
Behind them they hear booming, fiendish laughter.
“We’ll be back” Trajan curses to himself. “By Asura, we’ll be back”...
An Assault resolved...
A bolt of lightning sears out from the darkness, slightly injuring Anne-Marie and Trajan although Taran avoids the effect by ducking back behind a pillar. Anne-Marie readies herself in case of assault and has to nimbly duck aside as another lightning bolt sears out of the darkness, filling the corridor.
The door behind Meliamne opens, and the elven bard hears huge breathing behind him. Glancing over his shoulder he sees the door being held open by another armoured troll bearing a huge greatsword. The troll swings its sword in a short, punishing arc and sunders his magical bow!
Trajan is slowly winning his war of attrition against the hill giant, his scimitar having opened many wounds across its legs and lower torso – although he is sporting many bruises himself his armour of invulnerability is certainly helping to keep him alive.
Anne-Marie suddenly finds herself fighting two deinonychus which leap out of the darkness and attempt to flank her; She finds herself engaging in a deadly ballet with the two agile dinosaurs imported from the Yin-Sloth jungles.
Taran opens the door next to him and sees a room full of human guards throwing on their armour. He glances round at the fighter troll and bluffs in his most commanding voice
“Quick, some of the intruders are in this room! Kill them now!”
The troll nods in agreement and runs past the gazing Meliamne and svelte Taran and hurtles into the room. Taran pulls the door closed on the chunky sounds of a troll fighter great cleaving through bad guys.
Meliamne winks at Taran – and then is caught in a fireball which blossoms at his intersection. Once again Taran evades damage, and by the grace of Asura Trajan isn’t badly harmed, but poor Meliamne is blasted down, and lies there dying.
Taran runs back to heal Meliamne with his religious icon he is able to con into working. Trajan finally finishes off the Hill Giant and Anne-Marie drops the last of the deinonychus and springs forward into the darkness to assault the female wizard Tippesh who is hiding within. She guesses her location and expertly skewers the stocky evoker, staining her yellow and orange clothes with red blood as the darkness vanishes.
Suddenly Taran and Meliamne are overshadowed by gruesome figure twice their size. He looms out from the doorway, blue-black scales covering his torso, long curved horns arching forward from his temples and with piercing yellow eyes with tiny white pupils. In one hand he holds a huge greatsword and the other is stretched out towards them.
“I am D’Gran and you, mortals, shall be suitable sacrifices. SURRENDER!”
Meliamne is not thinking clearly. His years of simple bardic performing and storytelling have not prepared him for the cut-throat violence of this dungeon. He forgets the cloak of the Mountebank which he won in a bet a century ago, and which could have effortlessly spirited him to safety and attempts to leap to his feet and run.
D’Gran’s freezing blast drops him like a stone, and his frozen flesh shatters as it strikes the hard paving slabs of the floor. Taran manages to once again nimbly avoid an energy attack and tumbles past D’Gran and breaks into a run back towards the guardroom.
“Retreat” cries Anne-Marie, and even though it goes against the grain Trajan joins his companions in arms and runs for it back towards the guardroom and beyond.
Behind them they hear booming, fiendish laughter.
“We’ll be back” Trajan curses to himself. “By Asura, we’ll be back”...
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