Zipding
2009-09-02, 10:47 PM
I am playing a 4e game with about 4 other PC's and our DM(my brother). The setting is really good, it is before the humanoids were the main race in the world. Our players include:
A half-elf warlock(me): has the Star Pact, and is a major non-combatant
A dragonborn warlord: There's no real way to describe him except that he yells at us to "Get up"
A goliath warden: This guy is our meat shield, but he has over 50 health at level 4
A goliath barbarian: Charges everyone into submission. This guy deals crap-metric tonnes of damage
A deva invoker: Our resident minion death machine
And we used to have a shifter druid, but due to circumstances, they can't come anymore.
This is the story
The world you live in is a harsh one, but you’re long used to that. You are humanoid, and therefore three things: one of a million, expendable, and a slave. Your life is determined by the whims of your immortal masters. Demons, devils, vampires and more, these beasts decide your fate with careless actions. You and your kind are nothing more than dust under their feet, slaves bought, sold and stolen without care.
The city is vast, and its true ruler is never seen. Instead, hordes of rival houses vie for control of the many districts. The major houses are ruled by powerful monsters, creatures almost on level with the gods. Some are even rumoured to have ascended to godhood themselves. The city’s true ruler, however, stands above them. His tower is visible from all locations within the city, deep within a walled off district. Only the highest of the houses may enter, and only at his allowance. None other even try to enter. To do so is suicide.
You have all lived your lives under many masters. Slaves change hands at a moments notice, and can do nothing more than go along for the ride. Bought, stolen, or spoils of war. You’ve experienced it all. Battle is the worst. Any of you can be thrown onto the front lines of combat, a living wall between your monstrous master and his equally powerful opponent. Caught between two rampaging storms, you could do nothing but try to survive the wave of slaves trying to do the same as you.
This latest battle was similar to those before. You all were slaves under a minor demon, working to expand his latest manor in celebration of his promotion. He had assassinated a relatively important devil, and was awarded a new crop of slaves, along with the task of watching over a section on the edge of the district controlled by his house. He immediately set you all to work redecorating, when a retaliatory assault from the devils was launched. The defences were lowered during the refurbishment, and you all soon found yourselves involved in the horrific melee. Now, the battle has finally ended.
You all lie among hundreds of bodies, mostly slaves, but more powerful creatures mixed in. You’re waiting for the usual after-battle routine: surviving slaves are rounded up by the winners and carted off. Your old master was killed in the fight, you can tell because of the ordered instructions being passed about. Demons would be rampaging about, seeking individual slaves, while devils gather and distribute them according to rank. Each of you lies still; some of you are still wounded, others are hiding, and some of you are hoping with every fibre of your being that this time, this time they will miss you.
And this time, your wish is granted. The searching stops, marching feet and shouted orders fade away slowly and silence descends over the massive room. You lie quietly in a room filled with the dead, alive and forgotten because of nothing more than happenstance. Congratulations. In a city with more than a million slaves, where simply being a humanoid is enough to get you killed, what will you do with your freedom? And how will you survive?
Yea, we're doomed if we decide to attack all out without caution
A half-elf warlock(me): has the Star Pact, and is a major non-combatant
A dragonborn warlord: There's no real way to describe him except that he yells at us to "Get up"
A goliath warden: This guy is our meat shield, but he has over 50 health at level 4
A goliath barbarian: Charges everyone into submission. This guy deals crap-metric tonnes of damage
A deva invoker: Our resident minion death machine
And we used to have a shifter druid, but due to circumstances, they can't come anymore.
This is the story
The world you live in is a harsh one, but you’re long used to that. You are humanoid, and therefore three things: one of a million, expendable, and a slave. Your life is determined by the whims of your immortal masters. Demons, devils, vampires and more, these beasts decide your fate with careless actions. You and your kind are nothing more than dust under their feet, slaves bought, sold and stolen without care.
The city is vast, and its true ruler is never seen. Instead, hordes of rival houses vie for control of the many districts. The major houses are ruled by powerful monsters, creatures almost on level with the gods. Some are even rumoured to have ascended to godhood themselves. The city’s true ruler, however, stands above them. His tower is visible from all locations within the city, deep within a walled off district. Only the highest of the houses may enter, and only at his allowance. None other even try to enter. To do so is suicide.
You have all lived your lives under many masters. Slaves change hands at a moments notice, and can do nothing more than go along for the ride. Bought, stolen, or spoils of war. You’ve experienced it all. Battle is the worst. Any of you can be thrown onto the front lines of combat, a living wall between your monstrous master and his equally powerful opponent. Caught between two rampaging storms, you could do nothing but try to survive the wave of slaves trying to do the same as you.
This latest battle was similar to those before. You all were slaves under a minor demon, working to expand his latest manor in celebration of his promotion. He had assassinated a relatively important devil, and was awarded a new crop of slaves, along with the task of watching over a section on the edge of the district controlled by his house. He immediately set you all to work redecorating, when a retaliatory assault from the devils was launched. The defences were lowered during the refurbishment, and you all soon found yourselves involved in the horrific melee. Now, the battle has finally ended.
You all lie among hundreds of bodies, mostly slaves, but more powerful creatures mixed in. You’re waiting for the usual after-battle routine: surviving slaves are rounded up by the winners and carted off. Your old master was killed in the fight, you can tell because of the ordered instructions being passed about. Demons would be rampaging about, seeking individual slaves, while devils gather and distribute them according to rank. Each of you lies still; some of you are still wounded, others are hiding, and some of you are hoping with every fibre of your being that this time, this time they will miss you.
And this time, your wish is granted. The searching stops, marching feet and shouted orders fade away slowly and silence descends over the massive room. You lie quietly in a room filled with the dead, alive and forgotten because of nothing more than happenstance. Congratulations. In a city with more than a million slaves, where simply being a humanoid is enough to get you killed, what will you do with your freedom? And how will you survive?
Yea, we're doomed if we decide to attack all out without caution