Still looking for inventory, letters home, etc....I *know* y'all like those extra points :)
Tell you what - first person to write and post a summary of the last game gets 2,000 XP. Seriously. Offer expires by the next game. Which reminds me....
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Drako’s Version of Recent Events
Though Tora usually does this sort of thing and keeps darn keen notes on it, I’ll give you my take on the recent activities of the group of adventurers called the Fantastic Fou..., no Fantastic Fiv...no, 1,2,3,4, 5, 6, 7, + 1, -2, oh crap... the group of adventures first coined as Drako’s Drunken Derelicts, but soon after and currently known as “The League of Law”.
There we were in the castle of putrid-breath-snivel-lips (PBSL), who some call “Prince” Herschel; minding our own business, which is to say, smacking-about anything related to PBSL and his chaotic-evil ASSociates. Nice castle by the by and one that I will soon be calling my principle domicile unless of course there exists a rightful heir to (soon-to-be dust-boy) PBSL who isn’t also a right nasty prat.
We had just finished returning from another world (through a magic mirror-portal), where we had a rather glorious (and somewhat messy) encounter with a member of the council, a right impressive daughter of the family Draco Chlorinous Nauseous Respiratorus, known in the vernacular as a green dragon. The dragon, who’s name escaped me (must have been on the tip of her tongue which is about all I didn’t see of her) wore the Golden Crown upon her finger. I pierced her heart with my bare hands and then we claimed this final artifact of the Metal Kings and some other rewards, which I might not have gotten around to describing completely in detail to the rest of the team due to the, um, rapidity of recent events.
Now fully-equipped to do battle with these chaotic-evil bastards, we came upon a sight of true distress, that of a man in a cage surrounded by the most wrong and evil creatures to exist; the undead. With great daring, the League of Law rescued the man, who turned out to be a holy warrior-priest of a good god. I believe Alexander is his name, I cannot be sure, but he seems a bit daft and of noble lineage, which dare I say, goes hand in hand.
We disembarked from my future abode to reappear in the city of Trejack through yet another wondrous mirror portal (got to get me a couple of those – very handy). Our arrival was fairly timely, if not a bit late, for we came in to find a city full of undead, showing our complete lack of true competency at this hero thing. Sadly, we would have saved some time, had we realized that Alexander had been right there in the city. Oh, well! When we left last it had looked quite a bit different in the temple district, what with no cages or hundreds of icky undead city-folk.
We tested the artifacts and discovered that they work best for certain “heroes or heroines” and that the swords worked best ala Florentine style, wielded by the mighty Tora. The mithril hammer alas seemed best in the hands of the new recruit Alexander, and *shakes his head in disbelief* Illya was even able to wield one of the artifacts. The gold crown went to the lovely Artemis, while I, Drako, seemed to not be in-tune with the artifacts. Perhaps they belong in the hands of the more needy, or perhaps I’ve been bathing in the wrong places and drinking a bit too much if you get my meaning. *Wink* Well, hard to say, hard to say.
Oh, I digress. Did I mention the monstrous dimensional gate made from the green metal that the blind dwarves mined for the Council? No, oh, sorry about that, so there it is, looking all green and chaotic-evilly-like. And look! Who do we see but our “buddies” in the Council of Six – oops, no, sorry, FIVE. Losers!
As you might imagine a ruckus (Egads! the world is about to end.) battle ensued. Artemis destroyed very many of the undead with a most marvelous burst of sunlight. Alexander couldn’t bear the strain of the Elder Gods return and snapped like a goat in a dragon’s mouth. Alexander struck Illya with the mithril hammer. “Hey, nobody is allowed to hit Illya but me”! It’s like the big brother, little brother relationship. So, I smacked Alexander and took the hammer back. Alexander ran off (after he stopped retching in pain) – it was more pressure than he could bear.
Where was I? Oh yes, there were tentacles and stuff coming through the portal. I don’t want one of those portals by the way. The Council of FIVE, were doing their best to kill us and we were focusing most of our attacks on the gate. Tora, in an attempt to upstage my last stunt of teleporting into the dragon’s mouth, leaped into the gate. Leaped into the gate! He leaped into the gate through which the Elder Gods of Chaos were coming! What a showboating PRAT! Lucky little bastard survived. Now what the hell am I going to do to top that one! F’thrun’s Ass! That sets the bar high!
Oh, right, sorry. I digress...again. So, shockingly, Tora returns. Did I pull him out? Sorry, can’t remember. Herschel stuck a dagger in his own eye. I could think of a few better places, but that’s a great start. However, we suspect that Herschel survived. Tentacles from the gate grabbed Sil, I believe, and possibly one of the other council members, and pulled them away to happy land.
Anyway, we destroyed the gate. *Yay!* The last blow may have been Illya’s. I guess he put that stupid-not-quite-evil book down long enough to be useful, for once. I destroyed the beholder using the mithril hammer. Can’t stand those things since one of them off’ed me brother. We all decided that it would be prudent to beat the hell out of there since the gate was collapsing. So, we did. A large explosion followed shortly thereafter.
Within the hour, we found Alexander, who was still bonkers and he tried to kill Artemis. That went poorly for him, but we were able to cure his insanity. Quickly we formed a plan to reunite the city. We teamed up and set off in different directions hitting the three main routes out of the city: two roads and the harbor. We gathered together all of the fleeing city folk, established a rough chain of command and then left to investigate the “Council of Dwindling Numbers’” homes in the city.
We broke into Sil’s place and I recovered a book that (unknown at the time) eats things, leaving pictures of them in the book. I’ll get to that in a minute. So, finding nothing else of note there, we went to the mayor’s house and found a structure that was being protected by unbelievably strong magic. Physical attacks had no affect and we were searching for another way in, probably using the stones we have been collecting, when Dork-nose jelly-brain, AKA Alexander, wanders around the corner into another dimension! Bloody Hell! So, we spend quite some time trying to extricate him from there before he’s eaten by, the most amazing creature, effectively a proto-dragon. Unbelievable! Truly an amazing thing! Really! So, we get him back and then we discover that the book that I so carelessly handed to Tora and which he put in his bag of holding, ate some of our stuff, including...wait for it... the two swords of the Metal Kings! Really! No, really! That’s what happened. No, really, I shit you not. So, years of adventuring to have our artifacts eaten by... a book!
So, here we are, standing about, thinking I wish we had a way to get our artifacts out of this book. Gami would know. Where’s Gami? I dunno. Probably stealing something somewhere! Mortals! *Sheesh* What a long night!
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Drako’s Version of Recent Events
Though Tora usually does this sort of thing and keeps darn keen notes on it, I’ll give you my take on the recent activities of the group of adventurers called the Fantastic Fou..., no Fantastic Fiv...no, 1,2,3,4, 5, 6, 7, + 1, -2, oh crap... the group of adventures first coined as Drako’s Drunken Derelicts, but soon after and currently known as “The League of Law”.
There we were in the castle of putrid-breath-snivel-lips (PBSL), who some call “Prince” Herschel; minding our own business, which is to say, smacking-about anything related to PBSL and his chaotic-evil ASSociates. Nice castle by the by and one that I will soon be calling my principle domicile unless of course there exists a rightful heir to (soon-to-be dust-boy) PBSL who isn’t also a right nasty prat.
We had just finished returning from another world (through a magic mirror-portal), where we had a rather glorious (and somewhat messy) encounter with a member of the council, a right impressive daughter of the family Draco Chlorinous Nauseous Respiratorus, known in the vernacular as a green dragon. The dragon, who’s name escaped me (must have been on the tip of her tongue which is about all I didn’t see of her) wore the Golden Crown upon her finger. I pierced her heart with my bare hands and then we claimed this final artifact of the Metal Kings and some other rewards, which I might not have gotten around to describing completely in detail to the rest of the team due to the, um, rapidity of recent events.
Now fully-equipped to do battle with these chaotic-evil bastards, we came upon a sight of true distress, that of a man in a cage surrounded by the most wrong and evil creatures to exist; the undead. With great daring, the League of Law rescued the man, who turned out to be a holy warrior-priest of a good god. I believe Alexander is his name, I cannot be sure, but he seems a bit daft and of noble lineage, which dare I say, goes hand in hand.
We disembarked from my future abode to reappear in the city of Trejack through yet another wondrous mirror portal (got to get me a couple of those – very handy). Our arrival was fairly timely, if not a bit late, for we came in to find a city full of undead, showing our complete lack of true competency at this hero thing. Sadly, we would have saved some time, had we realized that Alexander had been right there in the city. Oh, well! When we left last it had looked quite a bit different in the temple district, what with no cages or hundreds of icky undead city-folk.
We tested the artifacts and discovered that they work best for certain “heroes or heroines” and that the swords worked best ala Florentine style, wielded by the mighty Tora. The mithril hammer alas seemed best in the hands of the new recruit Alexander, and *shakes his head in disbelief* Illya was even able to wield one of the artifacts. The gold crown went to the lovely Artemis, while I, Drako, seemed to not be in-tune with the artifacts. Perhaps they belong in the hands of the more needy, or perhaps I’ve been bathing in the wrong places and drinking a bit too much if you get my meaning. *Wink* Well, hard to say, hard to say.
Oh, I digress. Did I mention the monstrous dimensional gate made from the green metal that the blind dwarves mined for the Council? No, oh, sorry about that, so there it is, looking all green and chaotic-evilly-like. And look! Who do we see but our “buddies” in the Council of Six – oops, no, sorry, FIVE. Losers!
As you might imagine a ruckus (Egads! the world is about to end.) battle ensued. Artemis destroyed very many of the undead with a most marvelous burst of sunlight. Alexander couldn’t bear the strain of the Elder Gods return and snapped like a goat in a dragon’s mouth. Alexander struck Illya with the mithril hammer. “Hey, nobody is allowed to hit Illya but me”! It’s like the big brother, little brother relationship. So, I smacked Alexander and took the hammer back. Alexander ran off (after he stopped retching in pain) – it was more pressure than he could bear.
Where was I? Oh yes, there were tentacles and stuff coming through the portal. I don’t want one of those portals by the way. The Council of FIVE, were doing their best to kill us and we were focusing most of our attacks on the gate. Tora, in an attempt to upstage my last stunt of teleporting into the dragon’s mouth, leaped into the gate. Leaped into the gate! He leaped into the gate through which the Elder Gods of Chaos were coming! What a showboating PRAT! Lucky little bastard survived. Now what the hell am I going to do to top that one! F’thrun’s Ass! That sets the bar high!
Oh, right, sorry. I digress...again. So, shockingly, Tora returns. Did I pull him out? Sorry, can’t remember. Herschel stuck a dagger in his own eye. I could think of a few better places, but that’s a great start. However, we suspect that Herschel survived. Tentacles from the gate grabbed Sil, I believe, and possibly one of the other council members, and pulled them away to happy land.
Anyway, we destroyed the gate. *Yay!* The last blow may have been Illya’s. I guess he put that stupid-not-quite-evil book down long enough to be useful, for once. I destroyed the beholder using the mithril hammer. Can’t stand those things since one of them off’ed me brother. We all decided that it would be prudent to beat the hell out of there since the gate was collapsing. So, we did. A large explosion followed shortly thereafter.
Within the hour, we found Alexander, who was still bonkers and he tried to kill Artemis. That went poorly for him, but we were able to cure his insanity. Quickly we formed a plan to reunite the city. We teamed up and set off in different directions hitting the three main routes out of the city: two roads and the harbor. We gathered together all of the fleeing city folk, established a rough chain of command and then left to investigate the “Council of Dwindling Numbers’” homes in the city.
We broke into Sil’s place and I recovered a book that (unknown at the time) eats things, leaving pictures of them in the book. I’ll get to that in a minute. So, finding nothing else of note there, we went to the mayor’s house and found a structure that was being protected by unbelievably strong magic. Physical attacks had no affect and we were searching for another way in, probably using the stones we have been collecting, when Dork-nose jelly-brain, AKA Alexander, wanders around the corner into another dimension! Bloody Hell! So, we spend quite some time trying to extricate him from there before he’s eaten by, the most amazing creature, effectively a proto-dragon. Unbelievable! Truly an amazing thing! Really! So, we get him back and then we discover that the book that I so carelessly handed to Tora and which he put in his bag of holding, ate some of our stuff, including...wait for it... the two swords of the Metal Kings! Really! No, really! That’s what happened. No, really, I shit you not. So, years of adventuring to have our artifacts eaten by... a book!
So, here we are, standing about, thinking I wish we had a way to get our artifacts out of this book. Gami would know. Where’s Gami? I dunno. Probably stealing something somewhere! Mortals! *Sheesh* What a long night!
Wow! Impressive account (and highly entertaining too :) ) I especially like the side commentary about Tora trying to upstage you! LOL!
ha, I am going to experiment my thought, your post give me some good ideas, it's really amazing, thanks.
- Thomas
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