Groth untied the rope from around his waist and heard a branch snap behind him. He spun around and was met with three snarling dire wolves and the howl of a much larger wolf. Judging by the large horns jutting from the creatures spine it had to be a werewolf. The green man smiled.
"Ever heard of the wolf who cried Groth?" he growled, and lunged at the beasts. Bringing his great blade in a full arc he drew blood on two of the wolves.
On the opposite side of the crevasse an identical set of attackers met the group. Nera concentrated on mending the bridge bit by bit while Pas and Auren ran to meet the attackers. Pas quickly cast empathy causing his werewolf to ease back, it's ears dropped down a bit showing signs of a lessening aggression. Auren flies into combat striking with his full-blade.
All at once the group hears a command from Phae. "Close your eyes!" A bright light flashed across the expanse blinding 4 and dazzling the rest.
With a combination of empathy and dazzle one of the dire wolves turns to slink back into the forest. This enraged the werewolf who turned and clawed a hunk of flesh from the retreating beast.
Across the crevasse Groth had become surrounded and at once three of the creatures attack with claws and teeth. The force traumatized the green man and his situation turns dire. Fox notices that Groth has takes severe damage and quickly acts.
Casting Alter Self, wings sprout out behind him. Moments later the Fox we all know and love no longer resembled himself. Avariel the winged elf took flight up over the crevasse. He flitted behind Groth and granted him Spider climb. Immediately Groth felt groggy and overcome. Looking down he assumed that this was the effects of massive blood loss. Inside his head Fox's voice rang out, "Run down the mountain, quickly!".
Acting on instinct he turned and bolted over the cliff side. His heart jumped to his throat as he realized his mistake 500 feet below.
He closed his eyes and cursed himself for listening to the voices in his head.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
London Bridge
The group moved on through the forest with wax jammed in their ears to prevent the harpy's spell. Phae cast message enabling them to overcome the aural blocks. The path continued up the mountain. There were signs of creatures following them through the forest. Pas and Auren led them to a crevasse.
Over 500 feet deep the land form funnelled violent winds up and back down the path. A poorly maintained wooden footbridge stretched across the twenty foot expanse. It did not look safe to cross and it was definitely not holding Groth's heavy load. A decision had to be made.
Nera stood at the foot of the bridge and began to cast a mending spell. Working at 5 feet intervals her process would take a while. It let out unsavory creaks as the the mountain winds raged against it.
Meanwhile Auren attached one end of a rope to the sturdiest tree he could find and the other around Groth's waist. The green man was not to excited about what was to happen next.
"So I jump to the other side?" he asked.
"Yes, then you will tie your end to a tree on that side." Auren replied.
"Is this to zip-line across?"
"Something like that."
"What If I don't make it?" Groth asked shakily.
"That's why I you're tied to this tree," he said and slapped the big man on the shoulder, "now get over there."
Groth took five steps back, inhaled a deep breath, and charged across the crevasse. They held their breath as he sailed across with great force and planted both feet firmly on the other side. He turned around and gave a cheesy grin with a thumb up in the air.
If only they could all be this easy!
Over 500 feet deep the land form funnelled violent winds up and back down the path. A poorly maintained wooden footbridge stretched across the twenty foot expanse. It did not look safe to cross and it was definitely not holding Groth's heavy load. A decision had to be made.
Nera stood at the foot of the bridge and began to cast a mending spell. Working at 5 feet intervals her process would take a while. It let out unsavory creaks as the the mountain winds raged against it.
Meanwhile Auren attached one end of a rope to the sturdiest tree he could find and the other around Groth's waist. The green man was not to excited about what was to happen next.
"So I jump to the other side?" he asked.
"Yes, then you will tie your end to a tree on that side." Auren replied.
"Is this to zip-line across?"
"Something like that."
"What If I don't make it?" Groth asked shakily.
"That's why I you're tied to this tree," he said and slapped the big man on the shoulder, "now get over there."
Groth took five steps back, inhaled a deep breath, and charged across the crevasse. They held their breath as he sailed across with great force and planted both feet firmly on the other side. He turned around and gave a cheesy grin with a thumb up in the air.
If only they could all be this easy!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
How to deal with Werewolves
Merril's body fell from the vine, blood still pouring out of his open mouth. The hair subsided and the size of the creature wilted down to reveal a small elf. Fox recognized the elf. He had sequestered Blossom in the wee hours of the night while he and Jend waited quietly in their tree. There was something odd and unsavory about the fellow. He was angry at the thought that he would not be able to question him further. A dead werewolf did not help them in this situation, however a live werewolf wouldn't be of much use either.
Pas moved in and began working on the corpse, he knew that werewolves did not always stay dead and it could soon come back to bite them in the... Pas skillfully removed the head and lodged a silver coin deep into the still warm neck-hole. Auren and Raddick stood watching and wincing at the grotesqueness of it all. Pas stopped and looked back over his shoulder.
"If you want to be a "made" man, you can't be afraid to get your hands dirty," he smiled and flashed another silver coin. He rolled the corpse over, removed it's tattered breeches and jammed the coin up the elf's rear. He moved closer and sniffed the corpse.
"There are many types of Lycanthropes," Pas started, "the type decides the form they take. If you get bit, you turn. You will most likely need silver weapons if you plan on doing any serious damage to them. And forget tracking them, they will always have the drop on you."
Pas described more in-depth knowledge as he stood above the corpse sniffing his fingers. Fox shook his head in disgust and noticed a pack laying near by. I must have belonged to Merril.
Pack contents:
Wax
Cooked Pheasant
1 Garnet
26 Gold
Old paper with writing
Fox held the tattered paper up, light pouring through caused it to look like a flap of skin riddled with veins.
"The sun comes up in the morning"
"The moon comes out at night"
"The wind blows at noon"
Who keeps complaining about getting healed?
Pas moved in and began working on the corpse, he knew that werewolves did not always stay dead and it could soon come back to bite them in the... Pas skillfully removed the head and lodged a silver coin deep into the still warm neck-hole. Auren and Raddick stood watching and wincing at the grotesqueness of it all. Pas stopped and looked back over his shoulder.
"If you want to be a "made" man, you can't be afraid to get your hands dirty," he smiled and flashed another silver coin. He rolled the corpse over, removed it's tattered breeches and jammed the coin up the elf's rear. He moved closer and sniffed the corpse.
"There are many types of Lycanthropes," Pas started, "the type decides the form they take. If you get bit, you turn. You will most likely need silver weapons if you plan on doing any serious damage to them. And forget tracking them, they will always have the drop on you."
Pas described more in-depth knowledge as he stood above the corpse sniffing his fingers. Fox shook his head in disgust and noticed a pack laying near by. I must have belonged to Merril.
Pack contents:
Wax
Cooked Pheasant
1 Garnet
26 Gold
Old paper with writing
Fox held the tattered paper up, light pouring through caused it to look like a flap of skin riddled with veins.
"The sun comes up in the morning"
"The moon comes out at night"
"The wind blows at noon"
Who keeps complaining about getting healed?
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Make it Rain
Inventory (Harpy nest, Apple Orchard)
Harpy:
20 Platinum
4 Gems (est. 120gp each)
+1 Flaming Dwarven war axe (to be sold)
Ring of Swimming (Nera)
Potion of Levitate (Fox)
Scroll of Explosive Runes 5th caster lvl (Phae)
Scroll of Spike Growth 5th caster lvl (Phae)
Wand of False Life w/ 11 charges (Fox)
Apple Orchard:
80 Platinum
Ring of Protection +2 (Groth)
Amulet of Natural Armor +1 (Pas)
Cloak of resistance +2 (Phae)
Short Sword Keen of Ghost Touch (Raddick)
Long Bow +2 defending (Fox)
950 Exp combined
Harpy:
20 Platinum
4 Gems (est. 120gp each)
+1 Flaming Dwarven war axe (to be sold)
Ring of Swimming (Nera)
Potion of Levitate (Fox)
Scroll of Explosive Runes 5th caster lvl (Phae)
Scroll of Spike Growth 5th caster lvl (Phae)
Wand of False Life w/ 11 charges (Fox)
Apple Orchard:
80 Platinum
Ring of Protection +2 (Groth)
Amulet of Natural Armor +1 (Pas)
Cloak of resistance +2 (Phae)
Short Sword Keen of Ghost Touch (Raddick)
Long Bow +2 defending (Fox)
950 Exp combined
Friday, August 24, 2012
Where the Wolves Were.
Our heroes found themselves in a lethal predicament. They were completely surrounded by a werewolf (Merril), a Winter Wolf and four dire wolves, all of which carried a ravenous thirst for blood. Phae tossed a fire-ball into the apple trees to draw out any more would-be enemies.
"Looks like we've come across some bad apples." growled Groth as he readied his steel for action. He charged with ferocity towards a cluster of wolves. In his excitement he misses the targets.
Without wasting any time Merril leaped from the fallen log. Striking for Raddick he lost his footing. Raddick dodged. At once the dire wolves choreographed an attack tripping both Raddick and Groth.
Fox couldn't help but ponder the worst of outcomes. The Winter Wolf stared at him with glowing eyes. Icy bursts came forth with every exhale. He knew that something drastic had to be done, and it had to be done soon. Pulling out the bean pouch he prayed for a good outcome.
Holding the bean between his thumb and index finger the jammed it into the earth.
The blast forced him back five paces. The ground shuddered as the ground swelled all around them. Slithering our of the forest floor rose close to two dozen thick black tentacles. Wrapping up everything in their path, the tentacles isolated Merril and two of his dire wolves. They gnashed their teeth and thrashed about; causing the tentacles grip to tighten.
The Winter Wolf let out a growl as it breathed frost onto Raddick and Groth who have yet to get back to their feet. They writhe with the pain of a thousand frozen needles. Phae rewards the creature with a fatal fireball which spreads it's flames to encompass the tangled Werewolf.
Groth slashes through two more dire wolves dropping them both while above, a tentacle, squeezed the life out of a third.
High above Merril howls in frustration. Raddick turns to attack and nothing happens. Merril laughed.
"If you critical fail, your turn is done!" he boasted.
With the flick of his wrist Auren unleashes his whip-dagger, catching Merril in the throat. The creatures smile disappears. A small amount of blood dripped out of the corner of his mouth. The tentacle tightened causing the wolf-man to gurgle and spew forth dark red blood. Phae and Fox dispatch the last of the wolves. The party can now breathe.
GIMME DAT LOOT!
"Looks like we've come across some bad apples." growled Groth as he readied his steel for action. He charged with ferocity towards a cluster of wolves. In his excitement he misses the targets.
Without wasting any time Merril leaped from the fallen log. Striking for Raddick he lost his footing. Raddick dodged. At once the dire wolves choreographed an attack tripping both Raddick and Groth.
Fox couldn't help but ponder the worst of outcomes. The Winter Wolf stared at him with glowing eyes. Icy bursts came forth with every exhale. He knew that something drastic had to be done, and it had to be done soon. Pulling out the bean pouch he prayed for a good outcome.
Holding the bean between his thumb and index finger the jammed it into the earth.
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| Where to place the fire... |
The Winter Wolf let out a growl as it breathed frost onto Raddick and Groth who have yet to get back to their feet. They writhe with the pain of a thousand frozen needles. Phae rewards the creature with a fatal fireball which spreads it's flames to encompass the tangled Werewolf.
Groth slashes through two more dire wolves dropping them both while above, a tentacle, squeezed the life out of a third.
High above Merril howls in frustration. Raddick turns to attack and nothing happens. Merril laughed.
"If you critical fail, your turn is done!" he boasted.
With the flick of his wrist Auren unleashes his whip-dagger, catching Merril in the throat. The creatures smile disappears. A small amount of blood dripped out of the corner of his mouth. The tentacle tightened causing the wolf-man to gurgle and spew forth dark red blood. Phae and Fox dispatch the last of the wolves. The party can now breathe.
GIMME DAT LOOT!
Thursday, August 23, 2012
The road to Castle Wolfenstein
A well defined path etched it's way through the thick forest. Fox attempted to spot the dragons as they moved deeper in, but he canopy was too thick. Half of the group was still reeling from the Harpy's mesmerizing song. They trudged forward in a slight haze. The smell of decaying fruit permeated the air. Large apple trees lined the path on both sides.
"Stay on the path, that layer of dead leaves looks pretty thick." Fox stated as he examined their whereabouts.
"More like a THIck DIck." replied Auren.
Groth and Raddick turned and raised their eyebrows. "I'm never sure what going to come out of his mouth next," thought Raddick.
The mood of the forest had turned darker and the smell stronger. The path curved through the dying orchard. Orange rays of light peeked through the canopy. Night would be on them soon.
Rounding a curve in the trail the group halted. A large rotting tree blocked the path. Auren studied the wood. The tree appeared to have fallen due to old age, or at least someone went to great lengths to make it look that way. He noticed minute saw marks near the base.
"The tree is too large," a head popped up from behind the log, "it will be too much work to move this tree. It is best to go around." The man pointed to either side of the tree. There was a faint path through the dead leaves on both sides of the tree.
"What say you?" cried Auren.
"I suggest that you travel around this massive eyesore." replied the hunter-looking character from behind the log.
"I am aware that you cut down this tree, now who are you?" Auren demanded.
The man smiled revealing a sparkling white set of teeth. "I am Merril, a huntsman."
"If you are a huntsman, then you will be able to tell me what kind of prey traverse these lands."
The two bantered for a short while on the types and sizes of wildlife that called the forest home. Quietly studying the forest floor Fox notices something amiss. To the right of the fallen log a well placed snare lay snugly below a thin layer of leaves. It was large, too large for a bear. What would they need this size of a snare for, other than a pack of wild eyed adventurers, he had no idea.
"Oh, there are wonderful berries and fruits growing up near the mansion at this time of year." the huntsman carried on.
"Which route should we take?" asked Auren.
"Either way will work." the Merril smiled. He eyed the travelers with suspicion.
"I suppose we shouldn't go that direction," Fox stated as he pointed to the right of the trunk, "that snare would leave a nasty scar."
Merril's eyes glared at Fox. He stood up tall with a rigid stance, cocked his head back, and howled.
Next up: THe MEan BEan
"Stay on the path, that layer of dead leaves looks pretty thick." Fox stated as he examined their whereabouts.
"More like a THIck DIck." replied Auren.
Groth and Raddick turned and raised their eyebrows. "I'm never sure what going to come out of his mouth next," thought Raddick.
The mood of the forest had turned darker and the smell stronger. The path curved through the dying orchard. Orange rays of light peeked through the canopy. Night would be on them soon.
Rounding a curve in the trail the group halted. A large rotting tree blocked the path. Auren studied the wood. The tree appeared to have fallen due to old age, or at least someone went to great lengths to make it look that way. He noticed minute saw marks near the base.
"The tree is too large," a head popped up from behind the log, "it will be too much work to move this tree. It is best to go around." The man pointed to either side of the tree. There was a faint path through the dead leaves on both sides of the tree.
"What say you?" cried Auren.
"I suggest that you travel around this massive eyesore." replied the hunter-looking character from behind the log.
"I am aware that you cut down this tree, now who are you?" Auren demanded.
The man smiled revealing a sparkling white set of teeth. "I am Merril, a huntsman."
"If you are a huntsman, then you will be able to tell me what kind of prey traverse these lands."
The two bantered for a short while on the types and sizes of wildlife that called the forest home. Quietly studying the forest floor Fox notices something amiss. To the right of the fallen log a well placed snare lay snugly below a thin layer of leaves. It was large, too large for a bear. What would they need this size of a snare for, other than a pack of wild eyed adventurers, he had no idea.
"Oh, there are wonderful berries and fruits growing up near the mansion at this time of year." the huntsman carried on.
"Which route should we take?" asked Auren.
"Either way will work." the Merril smiled. He eyed the travelers with suspicion.
"I suppose we shouldn't go that direction," Fox stated as he pointed to the right of the trunk, "that snare would leave a nasty scar."
Merril's eyes glared at Fox. He stood up tall with a rigid stance, cocked his head back, and howled.
Next up: THe MEan BEan
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Mouth Harp
It was clear to Fox that Phae, Pas, Raddick and now Nera were under a sensual spell. They walked, as if in a trance, towards the forest where two Harpys flew boisterously from tree to tree. Their flight was erratic. Large wings flopped awkwardly in the breeze as they fumble over the tree-tops.
The first Harpy left his roost and swooped down down on Raddick attacking him and arcing back to a tree on the opposite side. Raddick swatted at the creature and continued to march. Angry at the noise blasting his skull, Groth hurled a spear which slashed through the Harpy's side. Almost immediately the second Harpy made it's arcing attack on Raddick.
Raddick reaches the forest and disappears as Auren looses and arrow which caught the wounded creature in the neck, bringing it to the ground with at thud. Raddick came to a stop under a tree and stared upward. The vile beast swooped down and caught it's wing on a branch. The missed attack allowed the rest of the group to catch up. Auren prepared his next arrow and the creature took to the air. He let it loose with no luck. The harpy flapped of into the distance.
Onward Ho!
The first Harpy left his roost and swooped down down on Raddick attacking him and arcing back to a tree on the opposite side. Raddick swatted at the creature and continued to march. Angry at the noise blasting his skull, Groth hurled a spear which slashed through the Harpy's side. Almost immediately the second Harpy made it's arcing attack on Raddick.
Raddick reaches the forest and disappears as Auren looses and arrow which caught the wounded creature in the neck, bringing it to the ground with at thud. Raddick came to a stop under a tree and stared upward. The vile beast swooped down and caught it's wing on a branch. The missed attack allowed the rest of the group to catch up. Auren prepared his next arrow and the creature took to the air. He let it loose with no luck. The harpy flapped of into the distance.
Onward Ho!
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