The group makes there way to the Guild. The Dwarf stays behind refusing to even talk to them. As the group approches they see a large crubling castle being guarded by 5 Shadows.
Once the group defeats the shadows they make their way inside. Once in there the group comes across random reanimated corpse doing rather mundane tasks. As they continue to the main room they see a group in black talking in draconic. The group decides to let them finish. Finally the one that appears to be the leader faces the group and removes his hood revealing he was a djinn. "Why do you seek us out?"
Atla explains. "We are trying to stop this plague. If you know anything about who is behind it please..."
"if you seek our help you must do something for us first. Bring us The Ring of Djinn Calling...you'll find it in a black dragon's hoard at the base of this mountian."
Atla nodded. "Very well." She left and made her way towards the base of the mountian. The group made their way to the cave and made their way to the back of the cave and before them was a sleeping great black dragon. It had thet ring on its tail. The mage reaches in her pack and pulled out a pack of gems. "This will make any red dragon envy your hourd all we all is for that ring."
The dragon looked at Atla who had smokey perched on her shoulder and looked at her. "You with the whelplin, you may take the ring. you toss me the gems. The rest leave."
After returning to the Guild and giving them the ring the Djinn speaks. "All i can give you now is his name...Edwin Tolstiff."
The group returns to camp and finds it sacked. Atla shakes her head and starts for her tent a noise from the bushes stops her cold. She draws her poison daggers as she turns towards the noise. 3 zombies, 2 vampiers and 1 ghoul enter the camp. Atla sighs after the fight. "Everyone...o...k....nevermind your all bleeding."
The mage suggests they head back to town to the university and see if the wizards have a cure. Atla smirked. "If they do they wont give it up for free...offer to take out Edwin and i'll sneak around and if they have it...i'll steal it."
The next day the group awoke in an all too familir inn. Brennan sat up and quickly found herself back laying down as her psudodragon cooed happily and nuzzled her. She picked him up and made her way out of the room. She sat down at the table with Atla. The drow smirked and handed Brennan a scroll. "Its not done but i think you can finish it and sell a copy of it to the apothicary and help these people out sommin fierce. But please take most of the credit...cant ruin my drow reputation you know." They both laughed as the mage took the scroll.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Neverwinter: The plague of Revenge
The ground was littered with dead leaves and random bones from random animals. The further they got into the cave the more bones they found. They finally came to a opening with just a fire burning in the center. As they approach 6 skeletons rise up out of the ground. After an Army of Darkness style fight they are caught in cages. A dark skinned litch walks in. The dwarf starts running his mouth and his cage turned solid and started to fill with water. The mage talked her way out of the cage and even talked him into giveing them the prisioner. Atla looked at the litch. "ok Zak you've scared the dwarf. I kinda need him."
Zaknefain smirked. "Only cuz you are related to Sage and her and those she travels with are good friends." He made the cage disappear and the dwarf sat wet coughing.
Atla nodded. "Thank you...you wouldn't happen to know anything about this plague would you?"
Zaknefain shook his head. "You might want to try the Necromancers Guild, it seems to be up their alley."
Atla smiled. "Thank you again...we shall leave you in peace now."
The group made their way back to camp and Atla started a fire and started to make a stag and hare stew. As she sat by the fire she scratched Smokey's head as he cooed happily. She then turned to the mage. "So what exactly is your name anyways?"
The Mage smirked. "You may call me Brennan."
Atla growled at the pot of slow cooking food. "Smokey why do you have to be a black dragon? Acid does not cook the food any faster." She heard a russle in the bushes as a female elf ranger makes her way over to them.
"I heard a rumor about a group setting out to stop the plague. Are you them?" Atla nodded. "Then i will join you in hope to find a cure for my people."
Atla nodded and then made a funny face. "Dude dwarf is that smell is." The dwarf shook his head no. And soon 8 zombies shambled into camp.
The group finally got to eat and then turned in for the night.
Zaknefain smirked. "Only cuz you are related to Sage and her and those she travels with are good friends." He made the cage disappear and the dwarf sat wet coughing.
Atla nodded. "Thank you...you wouldn't happen to know anything about this plague would you?"
Zaknefain shook his head. "You might want to try the Necromancers Guild, it seems to be up their alley."
Atla smiled. "Thank you again...we shall leave you in peace now."
The group made their way back to camp and Atla started a fire and started to make a stag and hare stew. As she sat by the fire she scratched Smokey's head as he cooed happily. She then turned to the mage. "So what exactly is your name anyways?"
The Mage smirked. "You may call me Brennan."
Atla growled at the pot of slow cooking food. "Smokey why do you have to be a black dragon? Acid does not cook the food any faster." She heard a russle in the bushes as a female elf ranger makes her way over to them.
"I heard a rumor about a group setting out to stop the plague. Are you them?" Atla nodded. "Then i will join you in hope to find a cure for my people."
Atla nodded and then made a funny face. "Dude dwarf is that smell is." The dwarf shook his head no. And soon 8 zombies shambled into camp.
The group finally got to eat and then turned in for the night.
Neverwinter: The plague of Revenge
Atla sat there makeing a stew out of the stag meat. There was a russle in the bushes and the dwarf runs over to investigate and ends up getting sprayed in the face by a skunk. He comes back and sits down and starts fiddling with the stag hide. A few moments later there was yet more russeling in the bushes. The dwarf looked at the mage. "Your turn."
The mage started to make her way there and a small sea green and hunter green psudodragon limped out of the bushes dragging its left wing and squeeked sadly. The mage picked up the injured dragon and removed the arrow from its wing. The dragon cooed happily as the word 'mama' echoed in her head.
Atla smiled as the small dragon began to play with her whelpling black dragon. "Looks like you have a baby now mage." Atla smirked at the face the mage gave her. "Here stews ready." Atla set a bowl in front on the 2 dragons.
After a good nights sleep the mage was awoken by a slimy yet ruff tongue on her cheek. the psudodragon stomped its fsieets playfully in the dust cooing happily pointing to its tummy. Atla was cooking more stew from a rabbit she hunted that morning. "Bout time you woke up that lil guy been attacking the pot all morning."
From a distance a figure watched silently. "I must tell master about them."
The group finds a cave and Atla sighs. "Well Zak lives here might as well go ask him if he knows anything what going on." The group made their way into the cave.
The mage started to make her way there and a small sea green and hunter green psudodragon limped out of the bushes dragging its left wing and squeeked sadly. The mage picked up the injured dragon and removed the arrow from its wing. The dragon cooed happily as the word 'mama' echoed in her head.
Atla smiled as the small dragon began to play with her whelpling black dragon. "Looks like you have a baby now mage." Atla smirked at the face the mage gave her. "Here stews ready." Atla set a bowl in front on the 2 dragons.
After a good nights sleep the mage was awoken by a slimy yet ruff tongue on her cheek. the psudodragon stomped its fsieets playfully in the dust cooing happily pointing to its tummy. Atla was cooking more stew from a rabbit she hunted that morning. "Bout time you woke up that lil guy been attacking the pot all morning."
From a distance a figure watched silently. "I must tell master about them."
The group finds a cave and Atla sighs. "Well Zak lives here might as well go ask him if he knows anything what going on." The group made their way into the cave.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Neverwinter: The plague of Revenge
Ok fer those of you that follow my games...wait...i have 1 follower n its vinnie...so here Vinnie enjoy! lol
Atla sat in a local tavern looking to recruit a group of local adventures to help her in stopping the evil threating both her people and the others of Neverwinter. There is a terrible plague spreading across the country of Faerun, it turning people into horrible aboniations, bringing the dead to life, and makeing some crave the blood of others. If you come in contact with the creatures as in bitten or have an open wound and their blood gets in it you then have 24 hours before you become what you came in contact with. Currently there is no known cure.
At the bar a dwarf speaks to the bartender about any decent paying jobs. He nods. "That drow over there is looking for locals to help her quest for a cure and stop the cause. Said it pays well, and you have a hefty bar tab my friend."
Before the could answer a mage burst through the door out of breath rambeling about 6 zombies. Atla stood. "Calm down pale skin i'll help lets go." Atla gave the mage a nod and looked at the bar. "Yo dwarf if your any good with that axe there's coin to be had right out there." Atla then ran outside with the mage. The streets were deserted except for about 8 zombies. "Dude mage thats 8 not six...learn to count!" She smirked. "Still though...not a problem."
The dwarf joins them outside and they easily take out the 8 zombies. After many drinks the Mage decides to join the drow to stop the plague. After the promise of many many undead things to kill the dwarf finally agrees. The three set off into the woods on their way to the Necromancers guild. Night falls and the very drunk dwarf decides to wrestle and kill a stag with his bare hands.
Atla sat in a local tavern looking to recruit a group of local adventures to help her in stopping the evil threating both her people and the others of Neverwinter. There is a terrible plague spreading across the country of Faerun, it turning people into horrible aboniations, bringing the dead to life, and makeing some crave the blood of others. If you come in contact with the creatures as in bitten or have an open wound and their blood gets in it you then have 24 hours before you become what you came in contact with. Currently there is no known cure.
At the bar a dwarf speaks to the bartender about any decent paying jobs. He nods. "That drow over there is looking for locals to help her quest for a cure and stop the cause. Said it pays well, and you have a hefty bar tab my friend."
Before the could answer a mage burst through the door out of breath rambeling about 6 zombies. Atla stood. "Calm down pale skin i'll help lets go." Atla gave the mage a nod and looked at the bar. "Yo dwarf if your any good with that axe there's coin to be had right out there." Atla then ran outside with the mage. The streets were deserted except for about 8 zombies. "Dude mage thats 8 not six...learn to count!" She smirked. "Still though...not a problem."
The dwarf joins them outside and they easily take out the 8 zombies. After many drinks the Mage decides to join the drow to stop the plague. After the promise of many many undead things to kill the dwarf finally agrees. The three set off into the woods on their way to the Necromancers guild. Night falls and the very drunk dwarf decides to wrestle and kill a stag with his bare hands.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Wow
ok yea been FOREVER since i posted here...i'm running 2 games playing in 1....and honestly neither of them that i'm running really warrent me posting them...i mean the DnD has a good plot and all but nothing to write down cuz most of it i pull out of my ass....and well my Star Wars its really the same...and we havein sum serious player issues....
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Heaven or Hell: Dagorlad Falls
NOTHING WORTH MENTIONING HAPPEN....EXCEPT DALVUS ASS RAPEING A STATUE!!!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Heaven and Hell: Dagerlad Falls
Heaven or Hell:
Dagorlad Falls
The sun burned hotter then normal in Dagorlad, so hot that the bird refused to sing. The market was almost a ghost town. The only ones around were the ones who liked it hot. The outsiders and the Demon Kinds roamed the streets buying their supplies from the human and Elf venders. On this day no one was turned away, despite their predjuscise’s the human venders took the money of the demonic races. Everything seemed to stop as red lightning streaked through the sky and thunder rumbled as a large red portal opened and nightmares downing blood soaked silver armor pour out. A top them were demons of all shapes and sizes. They quickly surrounded the market as a large demon black panther with red eyes n red wings exited along side a huge black demon covered in spikes. Her dragon like head looked at the people as blood still dripped from her jowels, spikes and armor. Her armor moved as if though it were breathing and so did the two vine like things wrapped up each arm. “Those who join me shall live.” Was all she spoke before the demons on nightmares drew their swords.
The group are survivors of Enyo’s latest attack on Dagorlad. They emerge into blood soaked streets from where ever they say.
Dalvis a dwarf slowly crawled out of a barrel of fish head and looked around as Emma pushed a body off her and looted it then flipped her tiefling tail at the person. Along the roofs the weartiger prowled as the 1/2 wolf sniffed the air slowly rising up from rubble of the weapons shop, and the only human on the streets that day was a mage who slowly gained consciousness as the rest of the group formed in the center of the street.
The streets ran red with the blood of the merchants all their heads on pikes lining the streets of the market. The crows dared not pick at them. Their faces twisted in looks of looks of horror.
A fight between a human and drow breaks out. Just as soon as it starts it ends. A woman with long silvery white hair, with ice blue bangs and her eyes ice blue. And wearing silver and gold engraved platemail armor with beautiful white feathered wings slammed them both to the ground and scolded then before turning to the party. “What happened!?”
Emma stammered. "i...uh...big black spikey bitch...red portal...red lightning..."
The winged woman then mounted her horse. “Stay out of the heavens way we’ll deal with that demon bitch” At that she rode off.
“Oy the ‘eaven’s can’t do anything we can’t.” A tiefling with a tail that has a rather sharp spade on the end of it, her raven hair reaches to the small of her back and her bangs are blood red, her horns lay down and run along her head and her eyes are a dark blood red. She wears a living breast plate and semi baggy leather pants that she keeps tucked inside her swashbuckler style boots. Strapped to her left leg are throwing daggers, strapped to her hips are her whispering blades, and on her back she carries The Sword of Enyo. “me an’ paranoid ‘ere are on our way to ‘unt the demon bitch down your welcome ta join the cause.”
The Tiefling sat on her nightmare and chuckled at the man she was traving with as he laid on his and had his arms around its neck holding on with a death grip. The majority of his body hidden under a tanned leather greatcoat. His fine clothing in slight disaray as he steps from the horse. His person bare of weapons save for a scaberless saber at his hip. He ruffles his short hair before streightening out his clothing and coat and glared at the woman. “Pike off…”
The Tiefling smirked. “So are ya commin or no?"
The party looked at each other and 1 by 1 they agreed to Go with the two.
A red vortex opened up and the group is teleportated to the Abyss. The sky was red as large rocks from crumbling mountians fell into rivers of lava. The wind carried painfilled screams on its back. The group turns and look an is face to face with 5 zombies...
After the battle the group wakes up and see's they never left the market. "Not bad...need ta sharpen ya skills jus a little bit, but other then that....not bad...lets go."
Dagorlad Falls
The sun burned hotter then normal in Dagorlad, so hot that the bird refused to sing. The market was almost a ghost town. The only ones around were the ones who liked it hot. The outsiders and the Demon Kinds roamed the streets buying their supplies from the human and Elf venders. On this day no one was turned away, despite their predjuscise’s the human venders took the money of the demonic races. Everything seemed to stop as red lightning streaked through the sky and thunder rumbled as a large red portal opened and nightmares downing blood soaked silver armor pour out. A top them were demons of all shapes and sizes. They quickly surrounded the market as a large demon black panther with red eyes n red wings exited along side a huge black demon covered in spikes. Her dragon like head looked at the people as blood still dripped from her jowels, spikes and armor. Her armor moved as if though it were breathing and so did the two vine like things wrapped up each arm. “Those who join me shall live.” Was all she spoke before the demons on nightmares drew their swords.
The group are survivors of Enyo’s latest attack on Dagorlad. They emerge into blood soaked streets from where ever they say.
Dalvis a dwarf slowly crawled out of a barrel of fish head and looked around as Emma pushed a body off her and looted it then flipped her tiefling tail at the person. Along the roofs the weartiger prowled as the 1/2 wolf sniffed the air slowly rising up from rubble of the weapons shop, and the only human on the streets that day was a mage who slowly gained consciousness as the rest of the group formed in the center of the street.
The streets ran red with the blood of the merchants all their heads on pikes lining the streets of the market. The crows dared not pick at them. Their faces twisted in looks of looks of horror.
A fight between a human and drow breaks out. Just as soon as it starts it ends. A woman with long silvery white hair, with ice blue bangs and her eyes ice blue. And wearing silver and gold engraved platemail armor with beautiful white feathered wings slammed them both to the ground and scolded then before turning to the party. “What happened!?”
Emma stammered. "i...uh...big black spikey bitch...red portal...red lightning..."
The winged woman then mounted her horse. “Stay out of the heavens way we’ll deal with that demon bitch” At that she rode off.
“Oy the ‘eaven’s can’t do anything we can’t.” A tiefling with a tail that has a rather sharp spade on the end of it, her raven hair reaches to the small of her back and her bangs are blood red, her horns lay down and run along her head and her eyes are a dark blood red. She wears a living breast plate and semi baggy leather pants that she keeps tucked inside her swashbuckler style boots. Strapped to her left leg are throwing daggers, strapped to her hips are her whispering blades, and on her back she carries The Sword of Enyo. “me an’ paranoid ‘ere are on our way to ‘unt the demon bitch down your welcome ta join the cause.”
The Tiefling sat on her nightmare and chuckled at the man she was traving with as he laid on his and had his arms around its neck holding on with a death grip. The majority of his body hidden under a tanned leather greatcoat. His fine clothing in slight disaray as he steps from the horse. His person bare of weapons save for a scaberless saber at his hip. He ruffles his short hair before streightening out his clothing and coat and glared at the woman. “Pike off…”
The Tiefling smirked. “So are ya commin or no?"
The party looked at each other and 1 by 1 they agreed to Go with the two.
A red vortex opened up and the group is teleportated to the Abyss. The sky was red as large rocks from crumbling mountians fell into rivers of lava. The wind carried painfilled screams on its back. The group turns and look an is face to face with 5 zombies...
After the battle the group wakes up and see's they never left the market. "Not bad...need ta sharpen ya skills jus a little bit, but other then that....not bad...lets go."
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