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Post by Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar on Jul 4, 2018 8:41:21 GMT
Excerpt from the journal of Varis Nailo
3rd day of Flamerule
The amulet is broken and Lachlan is dead. The fool tampered with forces beyond his ken. His weakness and greed has brought death and ruin upon the Werefolk, upon Daring, and perhaps upon the world. Pursuing him to that damnable island nearly cost us our lives, and putting right the mess he made still may. I should be glad he is gone, and yet...
And yet.
I have lost comrades before. When I squired for Sir Lanith I saw men die in battle. When Daring fell I saw soldiers and citizens alike slaughtered, burned, eaten alive. I am no stranger to death. And yet.
I stood over the ashes of the man I had once called friend, as that twisted creature tore a hole in the fabric of reality and dragged The Sleeper through it.
"Don't follow me" it said as the rent in our world closed behind it.
I stood over the ashes of that fool and found myself muttering prayers I have not spoken in months, even years, as Cecil scooped what was left of Thorne into a small bag.
We sought the Werefolk next, and found them slaughtered, the few survivors battered and dying. Genstel tells us we must seek
the architect of all this ruin in the darkness of the Feywild. Save it if we can, destroy it if we must. It must be done, to protect the weak, to drive evil from the world, it is our duty to see this through. But that is not why I will go. There is something in me that will break before it bends.
"Don't follow me" the creature said.
But I have a debt to pay. And pay it I shall.
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Post by Demik / Code on Jul 4, 2018 9:19:25 GMT
That fool shall be missed.  |
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Post by Nuno (Rholor) on Jul 4, 2018 9:21:15 GMT
"As you stand there in the makeshift tent, watching Gen'stel's eyes close in a peaceful sleep, sounds around you dim and transform into faint murmurs.
The tiny candleflames that illuminate the room suddenly pick up pace and shine bright through the entire tent temporarily blinding you so that you can't recognize any face around you.
At this moment a familiar deep, booming voice soars through your conscience:
-The time comes, grow, overpower, annihilate. The time comes.-
You feel a heavy hand lay atop your shoulder and a burst of cold, crude and crass energy shoots through your body. As fast as this happened, so did the scene disappear. You find yourself back inside the tent surrounded by familiar faces. Daisy still gently holding the old werepanther's hand and Cecil still tending to the wounded.
But there is something more, as your mind wanders to Lachlan's memory a burning sense of justice courses through you core and that justice is pointing in a very specific direction..."
(You get no inspiration but get the effects of Tyr's Mark for next session, you know the general direction to where the gnomish character is and your weapon attacks against it deal an extra 1d4 radiant damage)
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Post by Sunday on Jul 4, 2018 10:27:44 GMT
The voice of a generation. Nay, the world. A sad day for the arts and beautiful women/men everywhere.
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Post by Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar on Jul 4, 2018 11:53:40 GMT
"As you stand there in the makeshift tent, watching Gen'stel's eyes close in a peaceful sleep, sounds around you dim and transform into faint murmurs. The tiny candleflames that illuminate the room suddenly pick up pace and shine bright through the entire tent temporarily blinding you so that you can't recognize any face around you. At this moment a familiar deep, booming voice soars through your conscience: -The time comes, grow, overpower, annihilate. The time comes.- You feel a heavy hand lay atop your shoulder and a burst of cold, crude and crass energy shoots through your body. As fast as this happened, so did the scene disappear. You find yourself back inside the tent surrounded by familiar faces. Daisy still gently holding the old werepanther's hand and Cecil still tending to the wounded. But there is something more, as your mind wanders to Lachlan's memory a burning sense of justice courses through you core and that justice is pointing in a very specific direction..." (You get no inspiration but get the effects of Tyr's Mark for next session, you know the general direction to where the gnomish character is and your weapon attacks against it deal an extra 1d4 radiant damage) Super cool. |
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Post by Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop on Jul 8, 2018 11:58:37 GMT
Blimey. Sounds like there have been big things going! Poor Lachlan.
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