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[OOC DnD 4E] Hollow Sacrifice
Aegeri
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This is the OOC and general thread for my campaign Hollow Sacrifice and here is the list of people playing as well as the time. We will be playing on a Sunday from 7:00-11:00pm on a Sunday Night New Zealand time. This is 5pm to 9pm Australian time, taken from Sydney (which is handily 2 hours behind NZ so early dinner you Aussies!).
Casual Eddy - Goliath Fighter - (Defender)
Spacecow - Human Ranger - (Striker)
romanqwerty - Gnome Wild Magic Sorcerer - (Striker)
visiblehowl - Gnome Warlock - (Striker)
TSI|Awesome - Shifter Druid - (Controller)
Bizarre- Tiefling Warlord - (Leader)
The glorious dead or departed follow:
Solidsnake - Paladin - (Defender). Slain by a horde of ravenous dire ducks in the glorious defense of the local fishery.
Q'ntara - Fighter - (Defender). Off in Cormyr somewhere when she took a wrong turn.
The party composition up above is fine. The only book you need is the Players Hand Book.
This game begins on the 11th of January (which is a Sunday), so you have plenty of time. If you could let me know about your characters backstory and such that would also be good. Use Myth-Weavers for the character sheet, Maptools b56 and Ventrilo.
Any further questions feel free to ask. Don't put you have "Amnesia" in your character history unless you want me to literally make anything up. The last player that did this discovered they were actually a woman and that they had been transplanted into the body of a man by a ritual. Oh and there were angry people hunting them down to kill them. So yeah.
Story related stuff is in the spoiler for good times. This should be thought of less as a full coherent narrative, but rather as a series of images that form an incomplete story. All of your characters know this information, but perhaps only know some of it or remember some parts more strongly than others. Perhaps it is a dream, perhaps a tale from a bard in a drunken stupor or perhaps there is some truth to it. Perhaps it is just a story or perhaps only parts of it are true.
That's up to you to find out.
Ever since the young woman had died a man dressed in the finery of a lord or perhaps a king had sealed himself within his study and was barely seen for many a tenday. Over time he started to become increasingly erratic, prone to outbursts and even violence for the most minor of transgressions. One day, he emerged from his study carrying what appeared to be one of the oldest books among the families collection and demanded that all the servants and men at arms assemble. Within hours he had them all march towards the family tomb, where he exhumed her lifeless body himself and then march them all onwards into the darkness of a hidden tomb.
It was difficult to see what was ahead in the darkness of the ancient tomb, as no mortal had been within this place for centuries, perhaps even a millennium or even longer. The group of men shuffling their way through the dusty, crumbling hallways felt almost as unwanted invaders within a larger organism. At their front carrying the corpse within his arms was their lord and liege, who said nothing beyond ordering his men to be quiet.
For what seemed to be an eternity the gaggle of humans marched through ever deeper into the darkness, following out of a mixture of loyalty and fear. Finally they reached an immense stone door, etched with images of the dead and dying raising their arms in supplication. Many of those present exchanged nervous looks between one another and it seemed for a moment that their journey had ended - for nobody could hope to open such titanic doors. Before anyone could act, the doors split and with a terrible noise of grinding stone on stone, slowly swung open to reveal a huge chamber with naught but a single altar at its center.
"Come" the lords voice was cold, almost monotone as he instructed his assorted followers to move into the chamber with him. He walked silently to the center and placed the almost mummified corpse of his daughter, the only person who had ever made him at all happy, on the altar. Many minutes passed with nothing happening, except the sounds of the unknown ruler weeping softly piercing through the aura of fear and confusion as to this strange sight.
Without warning, the stone doors sparked back to life and ground against stone once more until they had slid back into position. The chamber was plunged back into absolute darkness, only the last few sunrods they had brought providing any sort of illumination. The lord stood motionless before he turned towards those who had followed him into this place.
"I..am sorry" he began, his voice cracking despite his previous cold sounding determination. "You have been loyal to me and served me very well. Now, I ask not just for your loyalty but..." he paused, his face hardening and his eyes flashing menacingly within the fading light "I must ask you for your lives as well. There is...there is no other way... Forgive me".
Nobody even got to move before they descended upon them from nowhere. Shadows danced in the light of the sunrods, claws tore limbs from torsos, teeth ripped into soft necks and drank firmly of the rich blood that flowed forth. The men at arms drew their weapons and attempted to fight, but were torn apart like childrens dolls by the massive animalistic shapes in the darkness. Iron swords and plated armour proving no match for bestial fury and raw strength. Blood flowed over the floor, filling long since forgotten wells and pooling into individual letters, then words and then sentences.
Raising his arms, in much the same manner of those on the stone door, amongst the screams and the slaughter that surrounded him, the lord shouted a demand to some infernal power "I have given you a glorious sacrifice and now grant me what I desire!"
The darkness took form and surrounded the lord, extending bloodied tendrils of darkness towards him. A voice rang out through the chamber, it's reverberations smashing stone and bursting the eardrums of mortals.
"I demand more"
A final scream rang out and was sharply silenced. Hours passed and then the stone doors slowly opened a final time...
Big important update of doom!
So due to some problems with getting people and such, I've changed around the players a bit (adding back up to six, I can't believe how I lived with just 4 back in the day) and changed the game around. You will note for those playing for a while you're now level 6. This is to just bring people up with the rate of advancement a bit, which is my fault and keeps the game moving.
Canon changes: this game implicitely assumes you already know one another, except for TSI|Awesome (For story reasons!!!) and have completed the adventure "Scepter Tower of Spellgard". Your characters are dealing with whatever revelation they have been told by Lady Saharel (Don't worry awesome you don't miss out, bug me on MSN about what's happening with you for an explanation). Upon returning to Loudwater, you find that there are numerous rumors about of something vile happening in the high forest to the north. Apparently an area of the high forest has completely died, travelers in the region are being found with their skin removed and nobody has heard from their relatives in Wolfdell (their "rich" relatives I'll have you know).
Hopefully this is compelling enough for some adventure, but let me know and we'll obviously work through things like motivation and such. I am wanting to get a quick start to the campaign, rather than having a slower intro like normal as I want to keep momentum up for this game and a good encounter rate!
As for Lady Saharel, you need to give me a question that your character asked of her and then I can tell you the answer. The more interesting the question the more interesting the answer I'm going to give you. Be aware she's a prophet and somewhat crazy after Thoran almost soul bound her, so she's neither very specific or entirely 100% telling the truth.
This is the new world map, noting that I've shifted the entire campaign out of Thay/Aglarond. This was primarily for the new way the story plays out and because I kind of didn't want to deal with Thay anymore for several reasons. If it's any consolation, Netheril is about as nasty and filled with giant douchebags who worship Shar, which makes them twice the douchebag of the undead in Thay.
Casual Eddy - Goliath Fighter - (Defender)
Spacecow - Human Ranger - (Striker)
romanqwerty - Gnome Wild Magic Sorcerer - (Striker)
visiblehowl - Gnome Warlock - (Striker)
TSI|Awesome - Shifter Druid - (Controller)
Bizarre- Tiefling Warlord - (Leader)
The glorious dead or departed follow:
Solidsnake - Paladin - (Defender). Slain by a horde of ravenous dire ducks in the glorious defense of the local fishery.
Q'ntara - Fighter - (Defender). Off in Cormyr somewhere when she took a wrong turn.
The party composition up above is fine. The only book you need is the Players Hand Book.
This game begins on the 11th of January (which is a Sunday), so you have plenty of time. If you could let me know about your characters backstory and such that would also be good. Use Myth-Weavers for the character sheet, Maptools b56 and Ventrilo.
Any further questions feel free to ask. Don't put you have "Amnesia" in your character history unless you want me to literally make anything up. The last player that did this discovered they were actually a woman and that they had been transplanted into the body of a man by a ritual. Oh and there were angry people hunting them down to kill them. So yeah.
Story related stuff is in the spoiler for good times. This should be thought of less as a full coherent narrative, but rather as a series of images that form an incomplete story. All of your characters know this information, but perhaps only know some of it or remember some parts more strongly than others. Perhaps it is a dream, perhaps a tale from a bard in a drunken stupor or perhaps there is some truth to it. Perhaps it is just a story or perhaps only parts of it are true.
That's up to you to find out.
Ever since the young woman had died a man dressed in the finery of a lord or perhaps a king had sealed himself within his study and was barely seen for many a tenday. Over time he started to become increasingly erratic, prone to outbursts and even violence for the most minor of transgressions. One day, he emerged from his study carrying what appeared to be one of the oldest books among the families collection and demanded that all the servants and men at arms assemble. Within hours he had them all march towards the family tomb, where he exhumed her lifeless body himself and then march them all onwards into the darkness of a hidden tomb.
It was difficult to see what was ahead in the darkness of the ancient tomb, as no mortal had been within this place for centuries, perhaps even a millennium or even longer. The group of men shuffling their way through the dusty, crumbling hallways felt almost as unwanted invaders within a larger organism. At their front carrying the corpse within his arms was their lord and liege, who said nothing beyond ordering his men to be quiet.
For what seemed to be an eternity the gaggle of humans marched through ever deeper into the darkness, following out of a mixture of loyalty and fear. Finally they reached an immense stone door, etched with images of the dead and dying raising their arms in supplication. Many of those present exchanged nervous looks between one another and it seemed for a moment that their journey had ended - for nobody could hope to open such titanic doors. Before anyone could act, the doors split and with a terrible noise of grinding stone on stone, slowly swung open to reveal a huge chamber with naught but a single altar at its center.
"Come" the lords voice was cold, almost monotone as he instructed his assorted followers to move into the chamber with him. He walked silently to the center and placed the almost mummified corpse of his daughter, the only person who had ever made him at all happy, on the altar. Many minutes passed with nothing happening, except the sounds of the unknown ruler weeping softly piercing through the aura of fear and confusion as to this strange sight.
Without warning, the stone doors sparked back to life and ground against stone once more until they had slid back into position. The chamber was plunged back into absolute darkness, only the last few sunrods they had brought providing any sort of illumination. The lord stood motionless before he turned towards those who had followed him into this place.
"I..am sorry" he began, his voice cracking despite his previous cold sounding determination. "You have been loyal to me and served me very well. Now, I ask not just for your loyalty but..." he paused, his face hardening and his eyes flashing menacingly within the fading light "I must ask you for your lives as well. There is...there is no other way... Forgive me".
Nobody even got to move before they descended upon them from nowhere. Shadows danced in the light of the sunrods, claws tore limbs from torsos, teeth ripped into soft necks and drank firmly of the rich blood that flowed forth. The men at arms drew their weapons and attempted to fight, but were torn apart like childrens dolls by the massive animalistic shapes in the darkness. Iron swords and plated armour proving no match for bestial fury and raw strength. Blood flowed over the floor, filling long since forgotten wells and pooling into individual letters, then words and then sentences.
Raising his arms, in much the same manner of those on the stone door, amongst the screams and the slaughter that surrounded him, the lord shouted a demand to some infernal power "I have given you a glorious sacrifice and now grant me what I desire!"
The darkness took form and surrounded the lord, extending bloodied tendrils of darkness towards him. A voice rang out through the chamber, it's reverberations smashing stone and bursting the eardrums of mortals.
"I demand more"
A final scream rang out and was sharply silenced. Hours passed and then the stone doors slowly opened a final time...
Big important update of doom!
So due to some problems with getting people and such, I've changed around the players a bit (adding back up to six, I can't believe how I lived with just 4 back in the day) and changed the game around. You will note for those playing for a while you're now level 6. This is to just bring people up with the rate of advancement a bit, which is my fault and keeps the game moving.
Canon changes: this game implicitely assumes you already know one another, except for TSI|Awesome (For story reasons!!!) and have completed the adventure "Scepter Tower of Spellgard". Your characters are dealing with whatever revelation they have been told by Lady Saharel (Don't worry awesome you don't miss out, bug me on MSN about what's happening with you for an explanation). Upon returning to Loudwater, you find that there are numerous rumors about of something vile happening in the high forest to the north. Apparently an area of the high forest has completely died, travelers in the region are being found with their skin removed and nobody has heard from their relatives in Wolfdell (their "rich" relatives I'll have you know).
Hopefully this is compelling enough for some adventure, but let me know and we'll obviously work through things like motivation and such. I am wanting to get a quick start to the campaign, rather than having a slower intro like normal as I want to keep momentum up for this game and a good encounter rate!
As for Lady Saharel, you need to give me a question that your character asked of her and then I can tell you the answer. The more interesting the question the more interesting the answer I'm going to give you. Be aware she's a prophet and somewhat crazy after Thoran almost soul bound her, so she's neither very specific or entirely 100% telling the truth.
This is the new world map, noting that I've shifted the entire campaign out of Thay/Aglarond. This was primarily for the new way the story plays out and because I kind of didn't want to deal with Thay anymore for several reasons. If it's any consolation, Netheril is about as nasty and filled with giant douchebags who worship Shar, which makes them twice the douchebag of the undead in Thay.
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I just asked the boss she said she wouldn't be happy with me being busy from 5pm to 9pm since that's usually when we spend time together after a busy day.
Whereas the morning one she's asleep for half of it.
I don't care about getting up in the morning that much, it means I get to play other pa games like tf2 and war etc after or just get stuff done, so I'll just stick with the morning.
Also, do i have to learn how to use maptools or anything?
Looking forward to next weekend already
If so I would be interested in filling the wizard spot.
Im eastern timezone in the US.. but Im up all night here so that might actually work well with the time zone.. Im a bit confused on what the difference of hours it is.. but it may possibly work for me.
also if anyone has any tips for defendering that would be nice. I'm still getting used to guarding squishies
edit: it means that he made it himself and it has special abilities which make it p. sweet.