Greetings!
The Portal-Worlds of The Demonweb
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The Kingdom of Caer Sidi
Duke Aelfric:
Classes: Aristocrat 2/Fighter 6/Wizard 12
HP: 144
Skill Points: 172
STR: 23
DEX: 23
CON: 16
INT: 18
WIS: 14
CHA: 18
Equipment:
+4 Mithril chain shirt
Torc of Mage Armor
+4 Large Mithril Shield
Ring of Regeneration
Longsword, +3, Frostblade
Wand of Magic Missiles, 88 charges
Cloak of Elvenkind
Boots of Elvenkind
Wand of Fire, 58 charges
Potion of Cure Critical Wounds, (4)
Potion of Invisibility, (2)
Potion of Haste, (2)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Move: 30’ ft.
Meriven
Classes: Aristocrat 2/Wizard 6/Rogue 12
HP: 116
Skill Points: 209
STR: 15
DEX: 23
CON: 14
INT: 16
WIS: 14
CHA: 23
Equipment:
+4 Mithril Chain Shirt. (Speed, Silence, Shadow)
Ring of Invisibility
Ring of Mind Shielding
Cloak of Elvenkind
Boots of Elvenkind
Gauntlets of Swimming & Climbing
+3 Shortsword
+2 Dagger
Dust of Appearance, (4 doses)
Potion of Cure Critical Wounds, (4)
Potion of Spider Climbing, (2)
Potion of Haste, (2)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Move: 30’ ft.
80 Elven Knights;
Aristocrat 2/Fighter 6
The dark forest is swallowed in mist, and strange sounds can be heard from the depths. Shadows seem to form and move on their own. The malevolent sky leeches out all hope, as cold winds blow through the branches. There, a gorgeous white Unicorn gallops through the meadow, vanishing in the shadows. To the East, a shimmering stream rushes along.
The great castle gleams in the twilight, with beautiful windows of crystal staring into the light. The gates are tall, and strong, as the towers, bristling with armament, guard the approaches. The narrow road winds up the hillside to the great fortress. Forlorn trees line the sides, and there, at a ford by the stream, lies several humans, recently crucified.
In the distance, long lines of Dwarven slaves march from looming mountains, toiloing away under the stern gaze of their Elven masters. Upon a nearby hillside, more slaves, dwarves, kobolds, and others, are working on raising a series of great fortifications, overlooking a dark, shimmering lake. Overhead, flocks of ravens flit about, from the tall trees.
Patrols of heavily armoured elven knights ride about, protecting the frontier. From some dell or meadow, the sounds of bagpipes playing mournfully echo across the valley.
These are some notes that I have made in integrating the Queen of the Demonweb module into my campaign.
Semper Fidelis,
SHARK