Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon Reflections
White Dwarf Reflections
Columns
Weekly Digests
Weekly News Digest
Freebies, Sales & Bundles
RPG Print News
RPG Crowdfunding News
Game Content
ENterplanetary DimENsions
Mythological Figures
Opinion
Worlds of Design
Peregrine's Nest
RPG Evolution
Other Columns
From the Freelancing Frontline
Monster ENcyclopedia
WotC/TSR Alumni Look Back
4 Hours w/RSD (Ryan Dancey)
The Road to 3E (Jonathan Tweet)
Greenwood's Realms (Ed Greenwood)
Drawmij's TSR (Jim Ward)
Community
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions, OSR, & D&D Variants
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Resources
Wiki
Pages
Latest activity
Media
New media
New comments
Search media
Downloads
Latest reviews
Search resources
EN Publishing
Store
EN5ider
Adventures in ZEITGEIST
Awfully Cheerful Engine
What's OLD is NEW
Judge Dredd & The Worlds Of 2000AD
War of the Burning Sky
Level Up: Advanced 5E
Events & Releases
Upcoming Events
Private Events
Featured Events
Socials!
EN Publishing
Twitter
BlueSky
Facebook
Instagram
EN World
BlueSky
YouTube
Facebook
Twitter
Twitch
Podcast
Features
Top 5 RPGs Compiled Charts 2004-Present
Adventure Game Industry Market Research Summary (RPGs) V1.0
Ryan Dancey: Acquiring TSR
Q&A With Gary Gygax
D&D Rules FAQs
TSR, WotC, & Paizo: A Comparative History
D&D Pronunciation Guide
Million Dollar TTRPG Kickstarters
Tabletop RPG Podcast Hall of Fame
Eric Noah's Unofficial D&D 3rd Edition News
D&D in the Mainstream
D&D & RPG History
About Morrus
Log in
Register
What's new
Search
Search
Search titles only
By:
Forums & Topics
Forum List
Latest Posts
Forum list
*Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
D&D Older Editions, OSR, & D&D Variants
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Rise of Felskein [Completed]
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4894564" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 22, Part 7</p><p> </p><p></p><p> Harold activated the magic on the armor he'd acquired at Port and took a tentative step into the air. He glanced around to be sure no one saw him, then flew up into the air and over the wall of Northern Twin Spire, drawing his bow as he did so.</p><p></p><p> Though the lightly falling snow limited the range of his sight, he saw enough to get an impression of the silent city. <em>Empty</em>. Where were all the people?</p><p></p><p> <em>They are all gone, probably hunted, murdered, and risen again by the Ashen Tower,</em> he thought. <em>Did the Crystal Towers fall in my absence? Will we find only bones and corpses and the walking dead? Are we too late?</em></p><p></p><p> He floated slowly above the rooftops in the silence, growing slowly more on edge. Here and there he caught a furtive movement out of the corner of his eyes, but when he looked in that direction he saw only still shadows. It happened several times as he flew over the city, but he was wary enough of some Ashen Towers trap that he didn't investigate more closely.</p><p></p><p> Then the snow abated and the dull silver of the North Spire Tower became visible, looming up into the low clouds. He'd been atop it many times, even stood on the top level, one-thousand feet above the ground and stared down to where the base of the tower met the sheer cliff-edge of the continent where the land dropped another thousand feet or more to the Endless Sands. He'd stood and watched the clouds lap against a window, looking for all the world as if he could simply step out and walk across the clouds as the setting sun ignited their topsides.</p><p></p><p> He drifted towards the tower, scanning its windows for signs of anything living. When he was less than one hundred feet away, he saw a glimpse of movement in a window and a second later, an arrow pierced his side. He swore and knocked an arrow, but the figure was already gone. With a gesture he flew to the wall of the tower and pressed against the warm metal of its side, taking a few quick breaths before gritting his teeth and jerking the arrow from his ribs. He quickly wrapped himself in a bandage and drank a potion, then headed for the window the arrow had come from.</p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>This is a good sign at least</em>, he thought as he reached the window and peered inside. <em>Undead don't use bows.</em></p><p></p><p> “Hello? Is there anyone in here?” he shouted, stepping into a small store-room. It was mostly dark, illumined only by the faint silver glow that the tower shared with the turtle. Like the turtle too, it was warm inside the tower, though here the faint vibration of the unknown machinery that ran in the depths of the bedrock far beneath the tower could be felt.</p><p></p><p> “My name is Free Agent Harold Trisden of the Crystal Towers,” he called, moving cautiously towards the store-room's open door.</p><p></p><p> He was two feet from the door when a dark-haired man in a Crystal Towers Scout uniform stepped around the corner, his sword leveled at Harold's chest. The man's face was lined with exhaustion and weariness and his eyes seemed fresh with recent grief.</p><p></p><p> “Drop your weapon and prove you are who you say,” the man said. “Slowly.”</p><p></p><p> Harold nodded and dropped his bow, then slowly reached up and undid the clasp that kept his cloak fastened at the shoulder. It fell away revealing the blue of his uniform, metals reflecting the faint silver light. “Peace soldier, I come to help in the fight against the Ashen Towers.”</p><p></p><p> The man's sword slowly lowered and he slumped against the wall. The soldier's head drooped. “Then you are too late, the Crystal Towers are doomed.”</p><p></p><p> A chill ran down Harold's spine, replaced in a second by a flash of anger. He slapped the man in the face. “Come to your senses, Scout. The Crystal Towers will never fall! Tell me what has happened here.”</p><p></p><p> The Scout's eyes widened in shock but he quickly came to attention and saluted. “I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't say such things. It's just... what I've seen this last month...”</p><p></p><p> “Are you alone, Scout?”</p><p></p><p> “It's Scout Harrin, sir. And no, there are a handful of us left. This way, I'll take you to the others. They will be glad to see another living face.”</p><p></p><p> Harold followed Harrin deeper into the tower, half glad to find someone still alive and half dreading the full extent of what the Scout was likely to tell him...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4894564, member: 60965"] Session 22, Part 7 Harold activated the magic on the armor he'd acquired at Port and took a tentative step into the air. He glanced around to be sure no one saw him, then flew up into the air and over the wall of Northern Twin Spire, drawing his bow as he did so. Though the lightly falling snow limited the range of his sight, he saw enough to get an impression of the silent city. [I]Empty[/I]. Where were all the people? [I]They are all gone, probably hunted, murdered, and risen again by the Ashen Tower,[/I] he thought. [I]Did the Crystal Towers fall in my absence? Will we find only bones and corpses and the walking dead? Are we too late?[/I] He floated slowly above the rooftops in the silence, growing slowly more on edge. Here and there he caught a furtive movement out of the corner of his eyes, but when he looked in that direction he saw only still shadows. It happened several times as he flew over the city, but he was wary enough of some Ashen Towers trap that he didn't investigate more closely. Then the snow abated and the dull silver of the North Spire Tower became visible, looming up into the low clouds. He'd been atop it many times, even stood on the top level, one-thousand feet above the ground and stared down to where the base of the tower met the sheer cliff-edge of the continent where the land dropped another thousand feet or more to the Endless Sands. He'd stood and watched the clouds lap against a window, looking for all the world as if he could simply step out and walk across the clouds as the setting sun ignited their topsides. He drifted towards the tower, scanning its windows for signs of anything living. When he was less than one hundred feet away, he saw a glimpse of movement in a window and a second later, an arrow pierced his side. He swore and knocked an arrow, but the figure was already gone. With a gesture he flew to the wall of the tower and pressed against the warm metal of its side, taking a few quick breaths before gritting his teeth and jerking the arrow from his ribs. He quickly wrapped himself in a bandage and drank a potion, then headed for the window the arrow had come from. [I] This is a good sign at least[/I], he thought as he reached the window and peered inside. [I]Undead don't use bows.[/I] “Hello? Is there anyone in here?” he shouted, stepping into a small store-room. It was mostly dark, illumined only by the faint silver glow that the tower shared with the turtle. Like the turtle too, it was warm inside the tower, though here the faint vibration of the unknown machinery that ran in the depths of the bedrock far beneath the tower could be felt. “My name is Free Agent Harold Trisden of the Crystal Towers,” he called, moving cautiously towards the store-room's open door. He was two feet from the door when a dark-haired man in a Crystal Towers Scout uniform stepped around the corner, his sword leveled at Harold's chest. The man's face was lined with exhaustion and weariness and his eyes seemed fresh with recent grief. “Drop your weapon and prove you are who you say,” the man said. “Slowly.” Harold nodded and dropped his bow, then slowly reached up and undid the clasp that kept his cloak fastened at the shoulder. It fell away revealing the blue of his uniform, metals reflecting the faint silver light. “Peace soldier, I come to help in the fight against the Ashen Towers.” The man's sword slowly lowered and he slumped against the wall. The soldier's head drooped. “Then you are too late, the Crystal Towers are doomed.” A chill ran down Harold's spine, replaced in a second by a flash of anger. He slapped the man in the face. “Come to your senses, Scout. The Crystal Towers will never fall! Tell me what has happened here.” The Scout's eyes widened in shock but he quickly came to attention and saluted. “I'm sorry sir, I shouldn't say such things. It's just... what I've seen this last month...” “Are you alone, Scout?” “It's Scout Harrin, sir. And no, there are a handful of us left. This way, I'll take you to the others. They will be glad to see another living face.” Harold followed Harrin deeper into the tower, half glad to find someone still alive and half dreading the full extent of what the Scout was likely to tell him... [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
Playing the Game
Story Hour
The Rise of Felskein [Completed]
Top