Menu
News
All News
Dungeons & Dragons
Level Up: Advanced 5th Edition
Pathfinder
Starfinder
Warhammer
2d20 System
Year Zero Engine
Industry News
Reviews
Dragon 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 Next
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
*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!
Twitch
YouTube
Facebook (EN Publishing)
Facebook (EN World)
Twitter
Instagram
TikTok
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
*TTRPGs General
*Pathfinder & Starfinder
EN Publishing
*Geek Talk & Media
Search forums
Chat/Discord
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Community
General Tabletop Discussion
EN Publishing
[ZEITGEIST] The Continuing Adventures of Korrigan & Co.
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="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 7825608" data-attributes="member: 79141"><p><strong>Session 239, Part Three</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>The Hidden Jungle</strong></p><p></p><p>Copperhat, Weary Enid, Jenny Greenteeth, all dead. Lavanya gone; Kasvarina returned. It was all too much to take in.</p><p></p><p>Uriel explored the ritual site and found that Enid had been using a broken silver fragment of Reida itself, etched with runes he recognised, fey runes that pointed to the Voice of Rot. Together he and Leon worked to dispel, or undo, whatever magical effect had trapped them here. It was a desperate, slightly reckless effort, as they could not be sure of the outcome, and they had to wrestle with magic of the highest order.</p><p></p><p>All of a sudden, they found the miasma was gone. They floated in regular space, with Enid’s dead (no longer undead) whale drifting beneath them. In the distance they could see both the Coaltongue and the Pleasure. The reassuringly familiar beam of Ascetia swept over them.</p><p></p><p>Using teleportation and flight, they made their way back to the Coaltongue. The lacedons were gone. A dozen more men were dead, as were many fey. Worst of all, Admiral Smith had been killed in defence of the command deck. He had been laid out, respectfully, along with the dead crew. Words were said, but no funeral took place out here in the nothingness.</p><p></p><p>Grimly, solemnly, they returned to their journey, sailing silently on towards Ascetia.</p><p></p><p>Kasvarina spoke quietly to Leon. “I wonder how much time I have? I know that they will find my body soon. Perhaps this is why?” She gestured to her recent transformation.</p><p></p><p>Quratulain approached Kasvarina and said, “You know, I’ve decided you’re a pretty decent person after all.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you,” said Kasvarina.</p><p></p><p>Gupta resumed her place at the prow, watching as Ascetia approached.</p><p></p><p>The flashing beacon strobed twice a minute, visible from hundreds of miles away. As they drew closer, the lighthouse Calily had told them about appeared, rising up from the edge of a tangled jungle which extended all the way to the precipice of the floating world. Using her spyglass, Gupta could see that the lighthouse was unostentatious but solid, constructed of hand-carved limestone bricks thrusting a hundred feet above the jungle canopy. A small barn and a few satellite buildings surrounded it in a fifty foot clearing, and a walkway of logs led from the lighthouse door to the very edge of the world.</p><p></p><p>The top of the tower had a roof covering the mechanism of the beacon, whatever that was. The windows were open, without glass.</p><p></p><p>As the Coaltongue drew near (with the Aural Pleasure close behind, beat silenced at the unit’s request) a figure emerged from the lighthouse and walked calmly down the walkway to a bench, where it sat down and waited, as if inviting them to dock. When they drew close enough, he gave a friendly wave. From this distance they could see his salt-and-pepper hair, cigarette, and the faint, ghostly glow about him.</p><p></p><p>It was William Miller!</p><p></p><p><strong>End of Session</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="gideonpepys, post: 7825608, member: 79141"] [B]Session 239, Part Three The Hidden Jungle[/B] Copperhat, Weary Enid, Jenny Greenteeth, all dead. Lavanya gone; Kasvarina returned. It was all too much to take in. Uriel explored the ritual site and found that Enid had been using a broken silver fragment of Reida itself, etched with runes he recognised, fey runes that pointed to the Voice of Rot. Together he and Leon worked to dispel, or undo, whatever magical effect had trapped them here. It was a desperate, slightly reckless effort, as they could not be sure of the outcome, and they had to wrestle with magic of the highest order. All of a sudden, they found the miasma was gone. They floated in regular space, with Enid’s dead (no longer undead) whale drifting beneath them. In the distance they could see both the Coaltongue and the Pleasure. The reassuringly familiar beam of Ascetia swept over them. Using teleportation and flight, they made their way back to the Coaltongue. The lacedons were gone. A dozen more men were dead, as were many fey. Worst of all, Admiral Smith had been killed in defence of the command deck. He had been laid out, respectfully, along with the dead crew. Words were said, but no funeral took place out here in the nothingness. Grimly, solemnly, they returned to their journey, sailing silently on towards Ascetia. Kasvarina spoke quietly to Leon. “I wonder how much time I have? I know that they will find my body soon. Perhaps this is why?” She gestured to her recent transformation. Quratulain approached Kasvarina and said, “You know, I’ve decided you’re a pretty decent person after all.” “Thank you,” said Kasvarina. Gupta resumed her place at the prow, watching as Ascetia approached. The flashing beacon strobed twice a minute, visible from hundreds of miles away. As they drew closer, the lighthouse Calily had told them about appeared, rising up from the edge of a tangled jungle which extended all the way to the precipice of the floating world. Using her spyglass, Gupta could see that the lighthouse was unostentatious but solid, constructed of hand-carved limestone bricks thrusting a hundred feet above the jungle canopy. A small barn and a few satellite buildings surrounded it in a fifty foot clearing, and a walkway of logs led from the lighthouse door to the very edge of the world. The top of the tower had a roof covering the mechanism of the beacon, whatever that was. The windows were open, without glass. As the Coaltongue drew near (with the Aural Pleasure close behind, beat silenced at the unit’s request) a figure emerged from the lighthouse and walked calmly down the walkway to a bench, where it sat down and waited, as if inviting them to dock. When they drew close enough, he gave a friendly wave. From this distance they could see his salt-and-pepper hair, cigarette, and the faint, ghostly glow about him. It was William Miller! [B]End of Session[/B] [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Community
General Tabletop Discussion
EN Publishing
[ZEITGEIST] The Continuing Adventures of Korrigan & Co.
Top