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Cleric Generic
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United Kingdom
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 Posted - 23 Dec 2009 : 20:22:21
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Greetings fellow sages!
I haven't seen a thread like this yet, not that I've looked terribly hard. What I want to do is start a sort of informal catalogue of our exploits in Faerun; e.g. short summaries of game sessions/campaigns we've DMed or played in or theorised, short stories, and so forth.
I'll start with some session summaries from my current game in the hope someone might find them at least vaguely amusing. I'm sure many of you could top my material with ease!
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Cedric! The Cleric Generic and Master of Disguise!
ALL HAIL LORD KARSUS!!!
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Cleric Generic
Senior Scribe
United Kingdom
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Posted - 23 Dec 2009 : 20:25:50
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Prologue: In the Beginning.
`If you are reading this, my dear children, then some ill fate has befallen me, and I beseech your aide. Of course, having written this letter prior to my misfortune, I am unable to go into any meaningful detail, but the circumstances under which I command this letter to reach you are thus; I have either died or disappeared unexpectedly in the course of some task of great importance, importance of such magnitude that I am moved to call upon my most precious and potent of resources: You.
I beg you to return to the place of your childhood, Greyraven orphanage, with haste and caution. There you will meet your fellows and my colleagues who will explain what they can. Your fate is what you make it.
Orbain Greyraven, Master of the Estate.'
It was a simple letter, closed with Orbain's wax seal, delivered by a runner late at night. Whether the letter reached you in distant lands where you had forgotten your childhood home, or if you had never left the village from which the orphanage is visible on its hilltop perch, you feel compelled to answer the old man's call. Somehow, you can feel the gravity of events unknown propelling you on.
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Cedric! The Cleric Generic and Master of Disguise!
ALL HAIL LORD KARSUS!!!
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Cleric Generic
Senior Scribe
United Kingdom
565 Posts |
Posted - 23 Dec 2009 : 20:29:12
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Session 1: Arrival at the Orphanage.
At dusk, they found the town of Corban's Cross nestled between the churning Rauvin River and the mighty Nether Mountains. Little more than a large wooden palisade surrounded by ancient long houses and huts used by infrequent merchants and woodsmen. As the sun found it's rest and the heroes came upon clear sight of the town, no welcoming party was to be found, not even the suspicious gaze of a militiaman. The only sign of life, appart from the gentle glow of hearthfires through windows, was a lone dancer staggering through the streets.
On a mission of haste, the heroes set aside their interest in the town and the dancer. Striking north into the foothills of the Moon Pass to rediscover their common childhood home, the heroes reached Greyraven Orphanage in darkness and silence. No summons at the doors of the old stone manor were answered, and no signs of occupation were seen through the shuttered windows. Not to be deterred, Ranna set aside the concerns of the material world and summoned up the power of the Feywild to find a secret way inside.
Within, no signs of ill deeds could be seen, save for the eerie darkness and silence of a place once filled with light and laughter. A return to childhood fancies was struck short by a voice at the door; the voice of a madman. Old Mad Tom, he said he was, the one (or one of those) who danced in the streets of Corban's Cross. He had come with a message as mad as his formless dancing; that the moon was coming, and the heroes must take up pens to write the story being told as it should be, that the moon was coming to find something, and would be angry that it was not there.
Little more sense could be drawn from him who had taken the name of a herald of umheaval. He was sent out of the orphanage to go where he will, at which time the heroes saw flames consuming the town in the distance. Too far away to lend any aid, the heores steeled themselves within the walls of the orphanage and took heed of Old Mad Tom's words. Sure enough, the source of the town's woes came to meet them.
the crooked, foul forms of the goblins and their unwholesome beasts are unmistakeable, even in the gloom of the midnight wild. They clammered over the walls of the estate on the back of giant rat-beasts and clad for war and began to tear through the outlying buildings. The heroes waited for the evil to come to them and find their death.
some of the wretched creatures scurried off through the outter estate, while some came to the main building and the heroes. The heroes struck hard from hiding with piercing arrows and burning magic. Before the goblins had even drawn steel, a ray of the suns own fire cast by Rickard sent one to oblivion, elven arrows streaked from the shadows and split flesh and bone alike. Lore burned another with hellfire, and Ranna smote a goblin and a riderless rat-beast with the thundering blade of the swordmage. Before the battle was over, the creatures wounded the elf, but all were destroyed before they could claim any life.
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Cedric! The Cleric Generic and Master of Disguise!
ALL HAIL LORD KARSUS!!!
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Edited by - Cleric Generic on 23 Dec 2009 20:30:03 |
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Cleric Generic
Senior Scribe
United Kingdom
565 Posts |
Posted - 23 Dec 2009 : 20:32:24
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Session 2: Orbain's Chambers.
Some goblins lay broken, but others distant from the battle had found their way to the rooftop of the orphanage. From the high turrents of the place, the heroes challenged then to battle, bearing down on them with arrows and spells as they closed across the roof. One by one, the goblins fell once more before the heroes, cast screaming down to the hard earth below the towers.
One survived though, captured by the magicks of Ricard as it fled. The twisted creature named itself Visharack, and yielded willingly to the might of the party. It spoke of the many goblin tribes of the Rauvin Mountains spilling out into the light of the world, and it spoke of a new faul master of the orcs of the Kingdom of Many Arrows. This new orcish king had subjugated the Rauvin goblins and made them slaves, sending them out to take the children of men from all across The North and bring them back to their dark domains. Visharack also
spoke of the rest of his host storming the town of Corban's Cross, and that his war leader, Tul Garack, will soon come looking for his missing warriors. A similar host would by now be striking the neighbouring garrison town of Eastmark, and the hosts would recombine in the tunnels beneath the Nether Mountains upon the completion of their wicked work.
With Visharack now in the service of the heroes, Ryn set her elven eyes to watch for the approaching goblin host and the rest set to find entry to the magically sealed chambers of Orbain Greyraven. Despite Visharack's best efforts, the ensorcerelled lock could be picked or broken. The sorcery of Rickard, however, eventually pierced the magicks and burst the doors, revealing the grand chambers of childhood myth.
The walls were covered with ancient and exotic tomes, scrolls, maps and tapestries up to the high vaulted ceiling. The center of the room was dominated by a great and elaborate oak desk, burried in all manner of documents, that backed onto a stained glass bay window depicting a scene of high mountains and clouds. In one corner lay a chest, begging to be investigated.
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Cedric! The Cleric Generic and Master of Disguise!
ALL HAIL LORD KARSUS!!!
Vast Realmslore Archive: Get in here and download everything! http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/archfr/rl
2e Realms book PDFs; grab em! - http://poleandrope.blogspot.com/2010/07/working-around-purge.html |
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