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Barastrondo said:
I'm playing a Church Inquisitioner - +4 on all dispel checks.
The Liberation of Tenh (updated April 24)
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I'm playing a Church Inquisitioner - +4 on all dispel checks.
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Have I mentioned that you're totally awesome?
Just in case I havn't. "You're totally awesome!"
And now, to recruit people for my new game with increased energy!
Just in case I havn't. "You're totally awesome!"
And now, to recruit people for my new game with increased energy!
Plane Sailing
Astral Admin - Mwahahaha!
I guess its a good job you made the dispel magic vs petrifaction blooper, otherwise it looks like it would have been seriously over for the Liberators!
(contact)
Explorer
Patchwall 5, CY 593
72—Will Free.
Sonahmiin won’t have it. As he notices Lucius creeping up behind the Balor, the angel’s sense of honor prevents him from participating in what proves to be a treacherous attack. Even as Sohnamiin’s dancing sword disengages from the fray and returns to his side, Lucius drives a pair of enchanted weapons into the surprised fiend, cackling with an unbridled joy as he feels the blades hit home. The balor’s fire flares up, and the demon explodes, singing the skin of celestial and mortal alike as it dies.
Lucius emerges from behind an ice-column and looks up at the stern celestial through fire-blackened wisps of burned hair.
“That was poorly done, Lucius,” Sonahmiin says.
“Yeah,” the rogue concedes, “I’d meant to say something witty before I killed the f-cker. You know, like Heydricus does.”
“That is not at all what I meant,” Sonahmiin replies.
Heydricus has run to Prisantha’s side, and the two of them are making their rounds of the battle, reconstructing events in a excited tones, as Pris uses her new knife to make sure that all their enemies are dispatched. As the surviving Liberators gather themselves together, Jespo looks plaintively at Sonahmiin, and tugs on his robes.
“No.” the angel says. “Absolutely not.” He regards Jespo keenly for a long moment, then says, “fine. I will raise your fiancée. Provided you agree to marry her before the eyes of Gods and man on consecrated ground. I will not have these secular thoughts you entertain tainting your holy union.”
Jespo nods, Fräs purrs, and Regda stirs, as the angel asks for one last miracle.
“You have all done well for yourselves this day,” Sonahmiin says. “The first time we met, I assured you that you had earned a reward in the afterlife for your deeds. I can therefore offer you no greater promise. But I can offer you a rare thing—the personal gratitude (and for some of you, affection) of a celestial-born. Call upon my name in times of need and I shall endeavor to assist in any way I am permitted.”
Heydricus clasps the angel’s shoulder, and begins to speak.
“Dabus is well, yes.” Sonahmiin says. “He is, as promised, at the right-hand of his Lord and Master. None of our faith could ask for a greater honor.”
The Liberators stand facing Sonahmiin Inarthulu Alpha Tritherion, first among Tritherion’s host and elder champion of freedom.
“The rest of you will have a more difficult road to walk now that Dabus is gone,” the angel says. He regards Heydricus closely. “I expect you to keep Dabus’ promises, Tritherionson. There is a matter he swore to me, and your honor demands that you take it upon yourself. Further, you must remain ever vigilant against your tendency to take the softer road. It brings no honor to Tritherion.”
“And you two,” he says, turning to Gwendolyn and Prisantha. “Your childish scheming does not become women of your stature. Cease it at once. Crim, I expect you to ask yourself the hard questions about your manly courage, specifically, ‘where has it fled and how can it be restored?’ Fräs shall assist you, so mind her closely. Lucius Maturin—you will never prove worthy of your ambition if you cannot find compassion for your fellow man; and yes, you know who I mean. As you play the game of death, you walk an overly fine line, and I assure you your soul is not of this moment buoyant enough to find Me in the afterlife.”
“Regda,” he says, as he opens a gate to Tritherion’s shining realm. “Good job.”
And with that, Sonahmiin returns to his own reality. Just as he goes, Heydricus fancies that he can see Dabus waiting in heaven for his eternal friend’s return. Heydricus smiles, and puts his arm around Prisantha as the Liberators of Tenh take one last brief look into the most perfect place they have ever known.
-----
Along with a vast haul of magic items most recently bent to really evil purposes, the Liberators find four unusual objects amongst the belongings of their foes. They are four gemstones of exceptional purity and quality—clearly too fine for ordinary spell components, and each radiates a slight deweomer when examined closely.
Prisantha pockets the gems, and suggests that the group return to the castle at Nevond Nevnend to rest, celebrate and investigate the mysterious stones in safety. As usual, her suggestion is rapidly obeyed, and after she plane shifts the group back to the prime, they are a hop-skip-and-a-teleport away from home.
-----
Jespo and Regda retire to his drawing-room, where he breaks the bad news about the church wedding to her over brandy and ice-fruit. Heydricus celebrates Dabus’ ascension by drinking first one, then several toasts in his honor with any of the castle’s inhabitants who will listen. By the time he is nearly drunk, he is giving an extemporaneous speech to his entire staff.
Lucius wanders off alone, perhaps to brood and think, or perhaps only to sharpen his weapons, and so it is that Gwendolyn and Pris find themselves alone in their shared laboratory.
“Do you think he can really see us at all times?” Gwendolyn asks skeptically.
“Better to use the telepathic bond,” Prisantha thinks. “Just in case.”
“A wish would ward his holy eyeballs elsewhere,” Gwen suggests.
“Yes, but doesn’t that seem a bit much?” Pris asks out loud.
“I don’t know,” Gwen says, wryly regarding her friend. “Do you want your way, or don’t you?”
Prisantha frowns and regards the gemstones. She determines that they are of sufficient size and quality to trap the souls of powerful beings, but other than Thrommel and Belvor, she has no idea who they might contain.
“We’ll learn more tomorrow,” Gwen says. “I’m tired of working. Let’s take the night off!”
-----
As the Liberators are winding down their celebrations, a frantic messenger interrupts their half-drunken camaraderie.
“Halrond has arrived!” the boy pants through gasps for breath. Apparently, the high priest of Tritherion is furious about being demanded into an audience, and has refused to see anyone else but Dabus.
“Oops,” Lucius says.
“That’s not funny, Crim,” Heydricus says.
“What? I didn’t . . .” Jespo begins to protest before Heydricus cuts him off.
“I will see to Halrond,” he says grimly, as if he has just promised his mother to finish all his schoolwork before going outside to play.
“He’s mad at you, you know,” Jespo whispers to Prisantha. “We could just wish him back.”
Pris sways slightly in her chair and scoffs. “We’ll send him another letter.”
In the end, Halrod returns to his saddle that night, refusing all aid an assistance from the Liberators. Heydricus is told in no uncertain terms that there is no greater sin than taking a priest of Tritherion’s free will from him, and that should it happen again, the direst of consequences will result.
Heydricus takes this scolding with his usual aplomb, informing Halrond high-handedly that if he wants to throw his life away in a stupid and futile effort, Heydricus wouldn’t dispute his free will. In fact, Heydricus all but kicks the horse’s rump as Halrond rides back to his ancestral manor.
“F-ck Halrond,” Heydricus says to himself. The Liberators are drunk, Piscean is dead, and Prisantha has the King of Furyondy and his heir in her front pocket.
72—Will Free.
Sonahmiin won’t have it. As he notices Lucius creeping up behind the Balor, the angel’s sense of honor prevents him from participating in what proves to be a treacherous attack. Even as Sohnamiin’s dancing sword disengages from the fray and returns to his side, Lucius drives a pair of enchanted weapons into the surprised fiend, cackling with an unbridled joy as he feels the blades hit home. The balor’s fire flares up, and the demon explodes, singing the skin of celestial and mortal alike as it dies.
Lucius emerges from behind an ice-column and looks up at the stern celestial through fire-blackened wisps of burned hair.
“That was poorly done, Lucius,” Sonahmiin says.
“Yeah,” the rogue concedes, “I’d meant to say something witty before I killed the f-cker. You know, like Heydricus does.”
“That is not at all what I meant,” Sonahmiin replies.
Heydricus has run to Prisantha’s side, and the two of them are making their rounds of the battle, reconstructing events in a excited tones, as Pris uses her new knife to make sure that all their enemies are dispatched. As the surviving Liberators gather themselves together, Jespo looks plaintively at Sonahmiin, and tugs on his robes.
“No.” the angel says. “Absolutely not.” He regards Jespo keenly for a long moment, then says, “fine. I will raise your fiancée. Provided you agree to marry her before the eyes of Gods and man on consecrated ground. I will not have these secular thoughts you entertain tainting your holy union.”
Jespo nods, Fräs purrs, and Regda stirs, as the angel asks for one last miracle.
“You have all done well for yourselves this day,” Sonahmiin says. “The first time we met, I assured you that you had earned a reward in the afterlife for your deeds. I can therefore offer you no greater promise. But I can offer you a rare thing—the personal gratitude (and for some of you, affection) of a celestial-born. Call upon my name in times of need and I shall endeavor to assist in any way I am permitted.”
Heydricus clasps the angel’s shoulder, and begins to speak.
“Dabus is well, yes.” Sonahmiin says. “He is, as promised, at the right-hand of his Lord and Master. None of our faith could ask for a greater honor.”
The Liberators stand facing Sonahmiin Inarthulu Alpha Tritherion, first among Tritherion’s host and elder champion of freedom.
“The rest of you will have a more difficult road to walk now that Dabus is gone,” the angel says. He regards Heydricus closely. “I expect you to keep Dabus’ promises, Tritherionson. There is a matter he swore to me, and your honor demands that you take it upon yourself. Further, you must remain ever vigilant against your tendency to take the softer road. It brings no honor to Tritherion.”
“And you two,” he says, turning to Gwendolyn and Prisantha. “Your childish scheming does not become women of your stature. Cease it at once. Crim, I expect you to ask yourself the hard questions about your manly courage, specifically, ‘where has it fled and how can it be restored?’ Fräs shall assist you, so mind her closely. Lucius Maturin—you will never prove worthy of your ambition if you cannot find compassion for your fellow man; and yes, you know who I mean. As you play the game of death, you walk an overly fine line, and I assure you your soul is not of this moment buoyant enough to find Me in the afterlife.”
“Regda,” he says, as he opens a gate to Tritherion’s shining realm. “Good job.”
And with that, Sonahmiin returns to his own reality. Just as he goes, Heydricus fancies that he can see Dabus waiting in heaven for his eternal friend’s return. Heydricus smiles, and puts his arm around Prisantha as the Liberators of Tenh take one last brief look into the most perfect place they have ever known.
-----
Along with a vast haul of magic items most recently bent to really evil purposes, the Liberators find four unusual objects amongst the belongings of their foes. They are four gemstones of exceptional purity and quality—clearly too fine for ordinary spell components, and each radiates a slight deweomer when examined closely.
Prisantha pockets the gems, and suggests that the group return to the castle at Nevond Nevnend to rest, celebrate and investigate the mysterious stones in safety. As usual, her suggestion is rapidly obeyed, and after she plane shifts the group back to the prime, they are a hop-skip-and-a-teleport away from home.
-----
Jespo and Regda retire to his drawing-room, where he breaks the bad news about the church wedding to her over brandy and ice-fruit. Heydricus celebrates Dabus’ ascension by drinking first one, then several toasts in his honor with any of the castle’s inhabitants who will listen. By the time he is nearly drunk, he is giving an extemporaneous speech to his entire staff.
Lucius wanders off alone, perhaps to brood and think, or perhaps only to sharpen his weapons, and so it is that Gwendolyn and Pris find themselves alone in their shared laboratory.
“Do you think he can really see us at all times?” Gwendolyn asks skeptically.
“Better to use the telepathic bond,” Prisantha thinks. “Just in case.”
“A wish would ward his holy eyeballs elsewhere,” Gwen suggests.
“Yes, but doesn’t that seem a bit much?” Pris asks out loud.
“I don’t know,” Gwen says, wryly regarding her friend. “Do you want your way, or don’t you?”
Prisantha frowns and regards the gemstones. She determines that they are of sufficient size and quality to trap the souls of powerful beings, but other than Thrommel and Belvor, she has no idea who they might contain.
“We’ll learn more tomorrow,” Gwen says. “I’m tired of working. Let’s take the night off!”
-----
As the Liberators are winding down their celebrations, a frantic messenger interrupts their half-drunken camaraderie.
“Halrond has arrived!” the boy pants through gasps for breath. Apparently, the high priest of Tritherion is furious about being demanded into an audience, and has refused to see anyone else but Dabus.
“Oops,” Lucius says.
“That’s not funny, Crim,” Heydricus says.
“What? I didn’t . . .” Jespo begins to protest before Heydricus cuts him off.
“I will see to Halrond,” he says grimly, as if he has just promised his mother to finish all his schoolwork before going outside to play.
“He’s mad at you, you know,” Jespo whispers to Prisantha. “We could just wish him back.”
Pris sways slightly in her chair and scoffs. “We’ll send him another letter.”
In the end, Halrod returns to his saddle that night, refusing all aid an assistance from the Liberators. Heydricus is told in no uncertain terms that there is no greater sin than taking a priest of Tritherion’s free will from him, and that should it happen again, the direst of consequences will result.
Heydricus takes this scolding with his usual aplomb, informing Halrond high-handedly that if he wants to throw his life away in a stupid and futile effort, Heydricus wouldn’t dispute his free will. In fact, Heydricus all but kicks the horse’s rump as Halrond rides back to his ancestral manor.
“F-ck Halrond,” Heydricus says to himself. The Liberators are drunk, Piscean is dead, and Prisantha has the King of Furyondy and his heir in her front pocket.
Yeah! More Liberators! Let's go sacrifice a Paladin in celebration! Ooops, wrong campaign.
Was Dabus a PC or an NPC? I can't keep straight who's what anymore.
What will they do for a cleric? Who was that druid that set the ambush? Will he be next on their hit list? Or Will our Heroes just simply loose themselves in a orgy of well... orgies and wedding celebrations?
Tune in next week! Same Liberators Channel! Same Liberators er.... Ah well whenever (contact) gets around to it.
Was Dabus a PC or an NPC? I can't keep straight who's what anymore.
What will they do for a cleric? Who was that druid that set the ambush? Will he be next on their hit list? Or Will our Heroes just simply loose themselves in a orgy of well... orgies and wedding celebrations?
Tune in next week! Same Liberators Channel! Same Liberators er.... Ah well whenever (contact) gets around to it.
Morte
Explorer
Thanks (contact), I enjoyed that lot.
So, Dabus's player didn't fancy taking over Halrond then?
Maybe they'll use the angel as a cleric, in light of his kind offer.
I'm glad to see that Fräs will be taking Jespo in hand.
[My knowledge of D&D is imperfect, please be gentle with this...] I thought undead were immune to enchantments and mages had good will saves. Was there some subtle reason for the libs to be casting enchantments, or did they just have no other spells?
That horrid wilting on the mages (fort save, ignores a lot of protections) was the business...
Was the magical haul much reduced by the disjunction?
And finally, is Ivid III really dead or will he find a way back? Bwahahahah.
So, Dabus's player didn't fancy taking over Halrond then?
Maybe they'll use the angel as a cleric, in light of his kind offer.
I'm glad to see that Fräs will be taking Jespo in hand.
[My knowledge of D&D is imperfect, please be gentle with this...] I thought undead were immune to enchantments and mages had good will saves. Was there some subtle reason for the libs to be casting enchantments, or did they just have no other spells?
That horrid wilting on the mages (fort save, ignores a lot of protections) was the business...
Was the magical haul much reduced by the disjunction?
And finally, is Ivid III really dead or will he find a way back? Bwahahahah.
Sejs
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If memory serves, Dabus is... er, was an NPC.
My guess would be suffer. They will suffer for want of a cleric. ^_^
Heh, my gut tells me likely not - that would probably be a wee bit over the top.
Agreed. Wow the prospect of Crim with a backbone. Now there's something that'll keep ya awake at night.
They are and they do. Pris is a wizard who specialized in enchantments, however.
He had a clone on standby before the Liberators went and fatally mussed up it's hair. And I'm not sure you can clone the undead - even if so, a clone for a lich would seem like little more than a playtoy. Doesn't really need it per se. So unless he had other clones squirreled away somewhere, good chance he's done for.
Anyway, those're just my observations. Wonderful as always, (contact). Pleasure to read.
^_^
(contact)
Explorer
Sejis pretty much covered it.
Prisantha's enchantment DCs are generally god-awful enough that she'll catch wizards, clerics and sorcerers with even her hold person and suggestion spells, not to mention feeblemind and dominate person.
Why she tried to suggestion an undead beholder I'll never know, but it's likely that she didn't think it through in the heat of battle.
Pris' player told me afterwards that this was the most difficult and nail-biting combat she'd been in. It was truly epic--the twists and the turns, oh my. I thought on several occasions the Liberators were finished and done for, but they kept. Fighting. Back.
Unfortunately, the write-up doesn't do it justice, but whatayagonnado?
Regarding PCs: There are really only 2 PCs-- Heydricus and Prisantha. Heydricus had 2 cohorts: Dabus (R.I.P) and Lucius (who used to be a PC, then saw some use as an NPC villain and is now an NPC cohort). Prisantha has Gwendolyn for her cohort. Jespo is an NPC who used to be a PC, and has another NPC (Regda) as his cohort/fiancee.
Yes, Jespo had to spend a feat to get some lovin'.
Prisantha's enchantment DCs are generally god-awful enough that she'll catch wizards, clerics and sorcerers with even her hold person and suggestion spells, not to mention feeblemind and dominate person.
Why she tried to suggestion an undead beholder I'll never know, but it's likely that she didn't think it through in the heat of battle.
Pris' player told me afterwards that this was the most difficult and nail-biting combat she'd been in. It was truly epic--the twists and the turns, oh my. I thought on several occasions the Liberators were finished and done for, but they kept. Fighting. Back.
Unfortunately, the write-up doesn't do it justice, but whatayagonnado?
Regarding PCs: There are really only 2 PCs-- Heydricus and Prisantha. Heydricus had 2 cohorts: Dabus (R.I.P) and Lucius (who used to be a PC, then saw some use as an NPC villain and is now an NPC cohort). Prisantha has Gwendolyn for her cohort. Jespo is an NPC who used to be a PC, and has another NPC (Regda) as his cohort/fiancee.
Yes, Jespo had to spend a feat to get some lovin'.
Barastrondo
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(contact) said:
Not for nothing do they call her The Enchantress of Verbobonc.
(contact) said:
I knew a guy like that, but he spent his bonus feat on Skill Focus: Knowledge (Star Trek trivia) instead.
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