A Dark and Lonely Woods - Varga - 18/08/21
Aug 22, 2021 11:29:11 GMT
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Post by Varga on Aug 22, 2021 11:29:11 GMT
The Adventure of a Wrong Turn,
In which a monster forges a short-lived friendship, two people die gloriously and get better,vand a ranger gets a genious idea of looking where she's going
Met a guy at Fort Ettin. He wanted us to look what's going on in the forest. Said to go towards the Beacon Tree. He sure was concerned about the forest. Maybe he's a woodcutter. With a fear of trees.
Went to the Angelbark with Kelne, Oziah, Beladonna (a ranger that Oziah was really keen to have on her horse), Iorveth (the greatest bard to ever live), Deimos (the greatest horse to ever live), and Fenris (he's a fox).
Fort Ettin, north – Angelbark. Huge cloud. Over Angelbark. Hard to miss. And Beacon Tree. Glowing. Empty field. From Fort Ettin to Angelbark.
We got lost.
Kelne was trying to feed Deimos grass. Deimos was trying to survive. Oziah was trying to save Deimos from grass. Iorveth forgot where we were going. I just got distracted. Beladonna, sitting on the horse in an evening gown, looked around, pointed towards the Beacon Tree and said 'that way'. Well, yes, it was. At least someone was still thinking clearly.
Made way to the Beacon Tree two hours late. It was a nice tree. Dark, gloomy, with reddish bark. I decided to get a couple of berries for the dust bunny. There was a ladder leading up the tree. Climbed the ladder. Fell down. Ouch. At least got a couple of berries. Hoped nobody saw me falling from a tree. Gave my bedroll to Beladonna – she just had her evening gown, can't sleep out in the open in that.
Took watch with Iorveth. Finally a person who appreciates a good heroic death and can write a fitting story about it! Talked throughout our watch. Agreed that the third act of the Adventurers: Endgame saga lacks rise in action. As well as blood and gore. I went to bed, Iorveth kept talking. With Kelne, I think. They woke up Deimos and Oziah. The watches all went to shit. Fenris looked up and said we were being watched. There were dead crows flying back to Angelbark. Dead crows flying north? Maybe winter's coming, and they're migrating.
Went into the forest. Came to the Cave of Spiders. No spiders. There were supposed to be gems in there. No gems. Just some sort of a talking tree. Not to be trusted. It challenged us to kill it. I went to kill it. It fought back. Should've really made its mind before asking. I was hitting it really hard, but it wasn't doing much. Maybe my axe got dull when I was chopping down that gargoyle. When our fencing teacher told us: 'r'member, kids, axes for soft stuffs, hammers for hard stuffs,' I thought it was just an outdated educational convention. Nope. Still works.
There were two other things there. Not trees. People, but like… creatively made people. I guess if I was making people, that how I'd make them. One of those wanted to make friends with Iorveth. Iorveth cartwheeled to it and tried to hit it, but missed. But I respect his style. Oziah was helping Iorveth. Another thing went for Kelne. Beladonna decided to have a fencing lesson with it. Very appropriate – the thing had spikes for limbs, must have been good at fencing.
The stupid tree was hitting me with its glave. And acid. And something else. Hitting really hard. And then I felt it - I was about to die. To the right of me, the creature attacking Iorveth exclaimed 'Friend!' and downed him in one blow, tugging his lifeless body into a grotesque embrace. Behind me, Beladonna and Oziah were engaged in a duel of fates with the spike-limbed creature. Kelne was running behind them, healing whomever she could reach.
I turned to the living tree, and gave it all I had, cutting and chopping at its wooden body. As its ichor burned my face and neck, my soul left for the halls of Gruumsh. I felt content and rapture, only comparable to a good fight. I saw the halls, perhaps for a moment. They were glorious, decorated with psalms written in the most intricate axe swings, and full of ruckus and fighting. On the very threshold, I was stopped by an orc I didn't recognize. He looked familiar. Perhaps it was my grandfather, or perhaps it was Bahgtru himself in one of his cunning disguises. He nodded at me approvingly, turned me around and kicked me back into the material plane the same way they kick you down the cliff when you turn five and deemed a healthy child.
I was back fighting that damn tree. Oziah came around, gave me a pat on the back, and hit the tree with he magic sword and then with a ghost horse. The notion of being trampled must have been new to the tree. It was very surprised. Even Kelne got several hits into it. Together, we chopped the tree to bits. It was glorious, and, inspired, I carved a prayer to Bahgtru in the tree's bark. It then caught fire from Oziah's sword and burned down. Shame Iorveth would never have the chance to read my prayer, it was very eloquent.
Speaking of him, Oziah went to heal him up a bit. I'm sure he was sent back to the fight not by her healing touch, but by his own god. Or maybe by ours, they'd like him. Beladonna finished her fencing-dancing session with the spike-limbed creature and went to help Oziah and Iorveth. They never killed the thing that was attacking Iorveth. It died itself. Of existential crisis, having realized it had no friends. Unlike some of us, who still have people stick by them even when they take a wrong turn in an open field.
In which a monster forges a short-lived friendship, two people die gloriously and get better,vand a ranger gets a genious idea of looking where she's going
Met a guy at Fort Ettin. He wanted us to look what's going on in the forest. Said to go towards the Beacon Tree. He sure was concerned about the forest. Maybe he's a woodcutter. With a fear of trees.
Went to the Angelbark with Kelne, Oziah, Beladonna (a ranger that Oziah was really keen to have on her horse), Iorveth (the greatest bard to ever live), Deimos (the greatest horse to ever live), and Fenris (he's a fox).
Fort Ettin, north – Angelbark. Huge cloud. Over Angelbark. Hard to miss. And Beacon Tree. Glowing. Empty field. From Fort Ettin to Angelbark.
We got lost.
Kelne was trying to feed Deimos grass. Deimos was trying to survive. Oziah was trying to save Deimos from grass. Iorveth forgot where we were going. I just got distracted. Beladonna, sitting on the horse in an evening gown, looked around, pointed towards the Beacon Tree and said 'that way'. Well, yes, it was. At least someone was still thinking clearly.
Made way to the Beacon Tree two hours late. It was a nice tree. Dark, gloomy, with reddish bark. I decided to get a couple of berries for the dust bunny. There was a ladder leading up the tree. Climbed the ladder. Fell down. Ouch. At least got a couple of berries. Hoped nobody saw me falling from a tree. Gave my bedroll to Beladonna – she just had her evening gown, can't sleep out in the open in that.
Took watch with Iorveth. Finally a person who appreciates a good heroic death and can write a fitting story about it! Talked throughout our watch. Agreed that the third act of the Adventurers: Endgame saga lacks rise in action. As well as blood and gore. I went to bed, Iorveth kept talking. With Kelne, I think. They woke up Deimos and Oziah. The watches all went to shit. Fenris looked up and said we were being watched. There were dead crows flying back to Angelbark. Dead crows flying north? Maybe winter's coming, and they're migrating.
Went into the forest. Came to the Cave of Spiders. No spiders. There were supposed to be gems in there. No gems. Just some sort of a talking tree. Not to be trusted. It challenged us to kill it. I went to kill it. It fought back. Should've really made its mind before asking. I was hitting it really hard, but it wasn't doing much. Maybe my axe got dull when I was chopping down that gargoyle. When our fencing teacher told us: 'r'member, kids, axes for soft stuffs, hammers for hard stuffs,' I thought it was just an outdated educational convention. Nope. Still works.
There were two other things there. Not trees. People, but like… creatively made people. I guess if I was making people, that how I'd make them. One of those wanted to make friends with Iorveth. Iorveth cartwheeled to it and tried to hit it, but missed. But I respect his style. Oziah was helping Iorveth. Another thing went for Kelne. Beladonna decided to have a fencing lesson with it. Very appropriate – the thing had spikes for limbs, must have been good at fencing.
The stupid tree was hitting me with its glave. And acid. And something else. Hitting really hard. And then I felt it - I was about to die. To the right of me, the creature attacking Iorveth exclaimed 'Friend!' and downed him in one blow, tugging his lifeless body into a grotesque embrace. Behind me, Beladonna and Oziah were engaged in a duel of fates with the spike-limbed creature. Kelne was running behind them, healing whomever she could reach.
I turned to the living tree, and gave it all I had, cutting and chopping at its wooden body. As its ichor burned my face and neck, my soul left for the halls of Gruumsh. I felt content and rapture, only comparable to a good fight. I saw the halls, perhaps for a moment. They were glorious, decorated with psalms written in the most intricate axe swings, and full of ruckus and fighting. On the very threshold, I was stopped by an orc I didn't recognize. He looked familiar. Perhaps it was my grandfather, or perhaps it was Bahgtru himself in one of his cunning disguises. He nodded at me approvingly, turned me around and kicked me back into the material plane the same way they kick you down the cliff when you turn five and deemed a healthy child.
I was back fighting that damn tree. Oziah came around, gave me a pat on the back, and hit the tree with he magic sword and then with a ghost horse. The notion of being trampled must have been new to the tree. It was very surprised. Even Kelne got several hits into it. Together, we chopped the tree to bits. It was glorious, and, inspired, I carved a prayer to Bahgtru in the tree's bark. It then caught fire from Oziah's sword and burned down. Shame Iorveth would never have the chance to read my prayer, it was very eloquent.
Speaking of him, Oziah went to heal him up a bit. I'm sure he was sent back to the fight not by her healing touch, but by his own god. Or maybe by ours, they'd like him. Beladonna finished her fencing-dancing session with the spike-limbed creature and went to help Oziah and Iorveth. They never killed the thing that was attacking Iorveth. It died itself. Of existential crisis, having realized it had no friends. Unlike some of us, who still have people stick by them even when they take a wrong turn in an open field.
