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Post by Stingray888 on Apr 8, 2014 21:26:08 GMT
You can't fix something that big if there are not enough bodies around to help fix it....  |
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Post by Harkker on Apr 11, 2014 18:04:17 GMT
Any Chance Xalaram, Yolo or jib will be joining us?
Mister Bigg sat quietly in his chair smoking his pipe thinking of the last few weeks. It was his turn to keep watch and he knew that he could not sleep anyhow. The enormous brute minotaur had fallen asleep with a paint brush in his hand as he often did under his canvas. Tiny had just the one canvas that he used over and over, and though there was no need Bigg had covered the giant with a blanket anyhow.
Alone his ears, which had always been sharp, listened to the sounds outside his home, more than once in the past he had alerted the town to goblins sneaking about. Now though there were too many alien noises about for him to be as effective. The Thanes keep odd hours with some preferring the night to the day and their movements though muffled caused him to constantly check the street from his window. For now though it seemed as if they had settled down for the night. He had on several occasions crept in while they were sleeping to rummage through their stuff to find out more about them but nothing important was revealed. It was as if they had come here with no thought or planning at all. To be sure… Malekith and his wife could not be snuck up upon, nor could he do so with Tsaroth for there were always animals about. One of the Thanes had actually set a trap on their door that were he not a skilled rogue would have stung quite a bit. But he knew next to nothing about these so called nobles, for all his effort.
The fire burned low and he could hear his foolish sister snoring in the next room with her husband. Even as children she could rest without a care in the world for she truly had none. She was never bother by the future and for years she had never bothered to think about the consequence of her actions and this often caused Mr. Bigg lots of stress as he had to bail her out of trouble time and time again. Still, this time she stumbled into something profitable although stupid in the extreme. He was now a thane, or could be one in five years if the vote went his way.
The question that lay before him was a difficult one… He had always fancied himself to be one step ahead of the game. When the Riders of Lomar raided the thieves guild underneath Renford over two decades prior, it was he who convinced his sister that they needed to go. She was the one who raided the Guildmaster’s treasure while it did battle with the “heroes.” Had his sister not taken the treasure Mr. Bigg would have been happy just to live, instead they had to go on the run. The foul creature survived the battle and over the years had chased the pair across the land. Thel dinge had been the perfect choice for him and his sister, so far away as no one cared. If it weren’t for their former guild master he could have returned to Lomar by now. Twenty five years was a shorter time to a Halfling than a human. Those humans who would remember him would be too old and frail for them to be considered a threat. But the Guild master was another thing all together. If it existed, it would remember and it would take delight in revenge.
His instincts told him that it was time to run again, perhaps to Phlan or some other far off place. Were he was, who he was, when he first came to Dinge he would have. But now knowing how many depended upon him, he could not. The Thanes in his opinion were reckless and none of them had shown true leadership. They each wanted the glory of battle but did not work to safe guard the very people he had fought so hard to keep safe all these years. He knew that they were the true danger to the town and its people…but as he discovered in the Rogue’s guild, they would likely destroy themselves before long. Still It would take an army to protect the town from their sheer power….What could he do to survive this time? The called upon the darkest magics from hades, and from the powers of heaven. Tyrial seemed to be able to destroy things with will alone and Annadoria it seemed could raise the dead. Yet for all that Rufus was still sick in his tower with only Tiny and the militia to care for him. Rex and Jibb had open the door to the inn to strike at the wind not knowing if they were dooming everyone inside. They were foolish or strong enough to face Freezerburn and tell about it. How could he a mere Halfling endure?
He looked down upon the book and sighed.
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Post by oak on Apr 13, 2014 18:02:30 GMT
I'll be there; but can't stay on much past midnight.  |
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Post by Stingray888 on Apr 13, 2014 18:16:42 GMT
I'll be there. I'm working in the toolset right now for Port Alton.
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Post by kakaderm on Apr 13, 2014 21:09:19 GMT
It's in about 5 hrs from this post isn't it!!!!
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Post by Harkker on Apr 13, 2014 21:09:58 GMT
4 and half from this post
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Post by wbjoe on Apr 14, 2014 1:36:55 GMT
Uh-oh. Looking to be a lag-a-licious night...I hope this is not my computer slowing things down for everyone else.
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Post by Harkker on Apr 14, 2014 1:40:40 GMT
nope
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Post by Harkker on Apr 14, 2014 12:09:47 GMT
I had a great deal of fun last night and I hope you did as well clift notes recap coming up
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Post by Stingray888 on Apr 14, 2014 13:20:27 GMT
Yeah, me too!
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Post by Harkker on Apr 14, 2014 21:14:05 GMT
Night outline
- Mr Bigg and tiny find Rex Malekith and Tyrial and explains that he wishes to trade the last remaining book for a ship and pirate crew and 10 ronin warriors but must negotiate with lo pan the trader for the mantis clan.
- Frostblood orcs come to the walls and beckon for the true king
-Goremax brother of Rex tells him that his mother is glad he has survived and is impressed by the damage he caused against the elves and the dragons.
- He is given the gift of a blood gaurd 10 strong warriors
-rex moves the warriors into the barracks without really discussing it with the others
-the thanes go gather forces and clear the mines
-at the top level they find a shield guardian that is old and rusted who destroys threats to the town that should try to leave the mines
- the mines had long dead drow undead and imps(lawful evil devils)
- at the bottom of the mine was a green Balor named Meggabarrow who was bound to that spot in the mines to stop the drow coming up from the underdark.
- Meggabarrow tries to persaude the thanes to release him offering the services of two succubi for tyrial if he should consent.
Annadoria convinces Tyrial not to do and they withdraw but meggabarrow tell him that they will be waiting.
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Post by Stingray888 on Apr 14, 2014 23:02:11 GMT
Tyrial convinced Tyrial more than anyone else.
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Post by kakaderm on Apr 15, 2014 12:25:23 GMT
that was a pretty awesome/cool session! My apologies I had to leave toward the end, would of stayed longer if possible. I had ALOT of fun with that one and current events have opened up a swag of new possibilities. Really going to enjoy doing the writeup on this one but it might be a few days as I want to get it right.
edit( seriously, I could just about get a mini novel going over the material from last session, awesome!)
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Post by Harkker on Apr 15, 2014 15:01:55 GMT
I am glad you enjoyed it, I really have loved each session we have played of this campaign, and that usually doesn't happen. You guys are incredible at roleplay and it adds so much. The only question I think is when is the next time we can do it? we will have to figure that out at some point  |
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Post by wbjoe on Apr 28, 2014 4:17:06 GMT
Overheard at the inn:
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Bigg: You're Drow, huh?
Malekith: Yeah, Drow.
Bigg: You know, I read a lot. Especially about things in, uh, about history. I find that spit fascinating. Here's a fact, I don't know whether you know or not, Drows ... were spawned by demons.
Malekith: Come again? [laughs]
Bigg: It's a fact. You see, Drows have demon blood pumpin' through their hearts. If you don't believe me, you can look it up. Hundreds and hundreds of years ago, you see, the Drow turned to worshiping demons. And the demons, like say, Yablick are demons.
Malekith: Really...
Bigg: So you see, way back then, uh, Drows were like, uh, elves from Northern Alatariel. Ah, they all had blonde hair and blue eyes, but, uh, well, then the Drow called demons down to the Underdark, and uh, well, they changed the whole country. They did so much frellin' with Drow women, huh? That they changed the whole bloodline forever. That's why blonde hair and blue eyes became white hair and dark skin. You know, it's absolutely amazing to me to think that to this day, hundreds of years later, that, uh, that Drows still carry that demon gene. Now this...
[Malekith laughs]
Bigg: No, I'm, no, I'm quoting... history. It's written. It's a fact, it's written.
Malekith: [laughing] I love this guy. This guy.
Bigg: Your ancestors are demons. Uh-huh. Hey. Yeah. And, and your daddy frelled a demon, ho, ho, yeah, and they had a half-demon kid... now, and you [points at Kryton], you're part eggplant.
[All laughing. Teruko steps in between the two and begins pulling Malekith away]
Malekith: You're a cantaloupe. [laughing] Ohhh! This guy, beautiful.
[imagines kissing Bigg on the cheeks, then shooting him]
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