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Caritas
Acolyte
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 Posted - 12 Oct 2004 : 13:20:08
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>> Greetings dear reader. This is the beginning of a Forgotten Realms Free Form Role Playing Game by invitation. Wise Alaundo has granted permission for us to create three threads here so that we can play post by post an epic saga that encompasses the wider area of the Realms. The intention will be of the three threads, one will be the actual adventure, one will be where players will be posting their PC stats and the other will be mostly an OOC forum.
My name as Caritas and I shall be telling the tale as a narrator, setting the scene as well as time and place.
However it will be ther players who drive the story, I am here only to facilitate, act as a conduit if you will for their voices to be heard.
So then, I humbly ask that no-one who is not part of the adventure post ANY comments on this line as it will be the basis for the adventure. I thank you for your co-operation
A wisened old man shuffles forward, his face has seen the test of time, weathered and tanned like old leather yet their is a sparkle in his sapphire blue eyes, hinting at a keen sense of humour and a towering intellect. He settles down in a wide backed chair next to a large fireplace. With a slight cough, he clears his throat and in a clear, melodious and powerful voice, begins to speak
"Hail to thee noble listerners and sit back while I tell you of a tale of high adventure...
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Edited by - Caritas on 17 Oct 2004 05:08:12
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Caritas
Acolyte
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Posted - 17 Oct 2004 : 04:34:48
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PROLOGUE
DR1371
A fell wind swept down from The High Moors towards dusk, rushing through Trollbark Forest, flowing over the Troll Hills and pooling around the abandonned Warlock's Crypt that was nestled at the feet of those hills. The wind carried with it the secnt of decay, corruption and evil. Creatures touched by it became uneasy and fled out of it's path. Travellers and caravans making their way down the Trade Way from Daggerford felt as though something wicked had walked over their graves as icy shivers ran down thier spines and many made signs to ward of fey influences or clutched amulets or talismens to protect them against evil. Itinerant good clerics invoked the protection of their deities, trying to seek sanctuary from this malevolent force. All that were touched by the wind had nightmares or could not sleep that night, instead they stared at the flames of the campfire and looked nervously into the dark of the night, peering fearfuly at the flitting shadows at the edge of their vision.
At the ruined crypt, five shadowy figures began to coalese, appearing as though from the darkness itself. The figures moved through the crumbling portal into a large chamber which was lit by a huge iron brazzier. The floor of this dead place had recently been inscribe with runes and sigils and surrounding the glowing fire, was an ghastly green glowing circle that had a pentagram with in it. Each shaow moved silently to it's appointed place They stood around the five pointed star and when doing so, a small lit appeared above each figure, Red, Green, Blue, Yellow and Gray.
A hollow, bubbling voice, sounding like someone trying to speak with a slashed throat and a mouth flull of blood, issued from out of the brazzier,
"So at last, all of you are gathered in this place. You answered the call and now is the time brethern! Long have we suffered or languished in this pitiful existence and yearn to return to what we knew and take back the power that was rightfully ours. Yet each individual can not accomplish this, for we are merely whispers of the roar that once was, the smoldering embers of the inferno that will consume this world once more. We shall act together as we must for all of us to succeed in this. Each of you still has power and has remaining loyal followers scattered around this world, some more so than others and that will count towards our success. We must utilise these pawns & tools to act as our eys and hands, to begin the process our our accensention and restoration or rightful power. Soon my brethern, we shall feel the ground tremble beneath our feet and those that stand before us will all drown in lakes of blood," with a mocking laugh, intoned the gurgling choking voice from beyond. The five figures said nothing but each barely nodded and there there was a sense of consensus amongst them for they all knew that if they were to return to the world, they had to act with the others. Trust was not something that this being were commonly used to but the benefits outweighed the risks and then revenge and destruction would rain down on all that had caused them to be as this.
Five more shapes appeared in the room now, though these were had substance to them. They moved to stand where the shadow were, each embracing the fell light the emminated from the shadows. The light entered their bodies, flowing into them and fading instanly. Now stood five individuals, all with glowing eyes and renewed power.
As silently as they arrived, they departed this ancient crypt to begin the restoration.
Something else had silently and unobtrusively observed this spectacle, something normally that would have not interfered with the order of things. It had done so only once, warning it's only true disciple of the rebirth of a dead god. It knew that if the powers here returned and tasted victory, then chaos and death would be become rampant. It's beloved disciple had long since passed from the mortal realm and another was needed, not a figure of learning, but of deeds and action to pass on the warning of dire times ahead. The prescence fled the crypt to return to it's base of power here in the world, occasionally and discretely posessing some of it's followers to inscribe clues within the huge volumes of works.
It settled down and began to wait...
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Talwyn
Learned Scribe
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Posted - 01 Nov 2004 : 09:19:37
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- The Light Forest, about 10 miles east of CandleKeep. Mid Morning -
The Sun was high in the sky as the small band of travellers made their way down the loosely paved Lion Way from Candlekeep. It was late summer and already the leaves on the trees were starting to turn amber and brown. The air shimmered in the mid morning heat and the sunlight sparkled dazzlingly off the Silver Dragon who was lazily circling above the travelling party. A modest breeze was wafting through the light forest and it was keeping the overall temperature down. Bird song and the rustle of leaves where the only sounds to be heard by the travellers
Sir Talwyn had removed his helm and breastplate but kept his mail shirt on and was now wearing a wide brimmed straw hat. The rest of his gear was either in his rather full backpack or in the large saddlebags that where strapped on the dragons back. He strode down the paved road and felt a sense of elation. Ah, he thought to himself, there was nothing like a good hike in the morning sun, to feel the breeze on your face and the sun to light your way. Although still under a vow of silence, he had begun to enjoy this simple moment. He looked about at his travelling companions. There was Rhistel, the elf and his two apprentices and the Shadow Adept whose name escaped his memory for the moment. The Drow Shadow Adept quietly moved apart from the rest of the party, keeping to himself mostly while the elves talked amongst themselves in their own tongue. Sir Talwyn was not familiar with High Elvish although he could speak drow quite fluently. He was not concerned though in eaves dropping anyway and just continued his measured stride along the road.
After a couple more hours, Rhistel called a halt as the heat of the day was starting to become oppressive. Sir Talwyn nodded in assent to the rest and shrugged off his backpack, retrieved a waterskin and drank deeply from it. The party had settled under a huge & magnificent Copper Birch tree, all enjoying the copious shade it provided and the soft, cool ground on which to rest upon. Rhistel opened one of his travel bags and produced some trail rations, which he handed to his students. One of them raised an eyebrow and turned his head slightly in the direction of the Shadow Adept who was sitting a bit away from the party. Rhistel just shook his head and quietly ate his rations before laying down on the soft earth for a short nap. His students mirrored their master while Sir Talwyn just sat cross-legged in a meditative pose. The dragon had flown ahead someway to hunt again, and her keen vision had espied a stag roaming through the woods. She plummeted down on the hapless beast and made short work of the animal. After eating, she rolled under a large Pine-tree, which barely gave her enough shade, and settled down to doze quietly. Nothing disturbed the mighty beast or the travellers under the spreading branches.
As the sun began to get a bit lower in the sky, the mid-day heat dissipated and the shadows of the trees began to lengthen, the party roused itself once more. Shouldering their packs, they set off again down to the road leaving their cold camp under the sheltering branches of the copper birch tree. The breeze had swung about and now was blowing in from the sea at a brisk rate of knots. Large white clouds where beginning to pile up on the horizon, with the Thunderheads towering upwards in the sky, possibly indicating that a thunderstorm may occur before the day was out. Rhistel cast a seasoned eye at the weather front, trying to gauge if the storm would pass them by or if they’d be caught in it. |
Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil...prayer, fasting, good works and so on.
Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun.
EAT LEADEN DEATH DEMON!
Terry Pratchett
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