Flying Dutchman
2009-09-23, 02:16 PM
Campaign Journal... Blood Lords Reign
This is my first post so take it a little easy on me. I just started a 3.5 campaign with some buddies of mine, and people seem to really like reading campaign journals. So since I’m board at work I thought I’d give it a Go. Hopefully I’ll keep updating this , although our DM is have some issues with school, so I don’t know if this will get completed .
Characters: All level 8 to start
Rhogan Bloodwolf: Human fighter
The party needed a tank at the time, however I end up playing more of a barbarian role. I thought I would make a character based on bull rushing to be funny, however it has worked out better than I expected so far. I’ve taken Improved bull rush and sunder, with combat brute and I’m going to pick up shock trooper next, for added hilarity. The rest of my feats are weapon focuses and such to boost my +attack way up for max power attacking with my combat brute feat. I use a maul normally, but I carry around some javelins for ranged attacks if I need to make some.
From An RP standpoint I’m the son of a renowned swordsman who was taught to stand up for what’s right, However I was sickly as a youth so my father could never teach me to fight like him. When I was a adolescent my father was killed by thieves when we went to town to buy my a birthday gift, In my rage I killed them all, although I’m not sure how. That night I prayed for the power to stand up for those who couldn’t fight for themselves and to destroy the evil in the world to carry on my fathers legacy. After that night I got over my childhood frailty and begin to grow… FAST. Eventually turning into the 6,6 260 hulk I am now. When I reached age 18 I set off to keep my bargain with the fates, now I wander the world in a vigilante role, pretty much slaying anyone I see as evil. Our DM gave us a lot of attribute points to play with, so my Char is pretty high, so I picked up bluff and A LOT of intimidate with some diplomacy to have some fun with NPC interactions.
Bob the dwarf: Dwarven Lawful Incarnate/Ironsoul Forgemaster
This char is played by my buddy ham’s. He was gonna play a support role initially, but he found some funny ways to use his char, so he picked up a self-forged tower shield, which he used he incarnium juju to animate. And with an AC soul meld his AC is pretty colossal so he’s playing the main tanking role. He uses a long spear since neither of his classes has anything above simple weapon prof’s.
He worked for a Dwarven mining company. However he’s ability to pull random souls out of the air and bind them into armor, outcasted him from his fellows a bit. He spends most of his time drinking away his sorrows with typical Dwarven pessimism.
Mortimer : Human Shadowcaster Extraordinaire
This char is played by my friend kelty, who loves playing the dark magician role. He has a lot of spells to alter terrain which makes from some pretty funny battles. He def has a lot of shenanigans to bail us out of things.
His character was an underling at one of the vampire courts, with enough skill to be helpful to them, but enough guile to keep his head down, so he doesn’t end up dead, or undead as the case may be. He spends most of his time being creepy, and bragging about how much more awesome he is than arcane casters.
Maximums and Cassandra: Psion juju healer
This is actually 2 char’s combined, Forest wanted to play a psychic however our DM thinks they are massively OP, so in order to compensate for this he did a little rule creating. And is making forest’s char transport around an unarmored 8 year old girl that is the source of his psychic powers, so he has to defend her not to mention if he’s more than 20 feet away from her he can’t use any abilities.
Forest is the escort of the tiny girl super physic, which he calls one of the "bridaled" , and goes out of his way to defend her at all times. He worked at an organization called core doing god knows what before our campaign begins. He's chaotic netral atm, i'm pretty sure he's going to end up on the evil side of things however.
The World
The world is one large continent Divided by a HUGE mountain range. It's almost imposable to get across and the two sides have been at odds with one another for a very long time. The western have is dominated by the Psychics, They worship the dragons, the decedents of the great red worm who came to the world, and established order from the chaos. The Psychics use children and turn them into "bridals" focusing their power directly through them. The "bridals" are treated with the utmost respect and protected with the lives of there keeper, however they end up little more than slaves.
The Eastern Half of the world is dominated by the courts of the Blood Lords. Who have been reproducing heavily, they manage the population also as a Shepard to his flock. Pretty much every position of power is held by a vampire. They ARE the law. Most conflicts are plays for power between the Vampire courts; there has not been an uprising against them in centuries. They outlawed the old religions, and starving them of followers they have almost managed to slay the old gods. And thus eliminate clerics who would wield considerable power against them.
None of our chars know each other, and we are all from different parts of the world. So we’ll see how jack pulls this one together; Lets begin.
DM: “You are all going about your business on a normal morning when you suddenly wink out of existence. Although none of you know it at the time you are basically being teleported although none of you are sure how or why. You wake up in a cabin with 5 other people whom you’ve never seen before”
Section 1: Into the storm
Well interesting way to begin, I’m now in a cabin with a young child( cassandria) a very wiry old man whom by his dress I’m assuming is a wizard, a dwarf(hams) with a shield rotating around him with shiny armor on. A creepy looking guy in some robes(kelty), and a lightly armored pretty plain looking guy carrying a mace(forest). We are all looking pretty surprised when the wizard starts shouting. “run there is no time”
I step forward, I have a few ranks in spell craft(don’t ask) so I’m acting under the assumption that I recognize the wizard as a wizard and realize I’ve been teleported. “If you didn’t want us to be here then why did you teleport us all here wizard?”
Wizard: “ look there’s no time to explain, You were all summoned here because you are the only ones who can stop blood lord Galamoth, but I can sense him coming he must have felt the spell, and if you’re here when he gets here you are all dead, and it was all for nothing now RUN.”
At this point we notice that it’s VERY VERY cold in the cabin because there seems to be a blizzard going on outside. Which brings up a whole other heap of issues. Kelty decides to chime in at this point.
“ So let me get this straight, you summoned us here to stop a blood lord, but put us directly in the path of his killing rampage. Our alternative is to run out into a GOD DAMN BLIZZARD in a country we’ve never been without proper clothing with no idea of a destination. I’m pretty sure I like our chances here about the same.
(kelty having worked for the vampire courts has heard of Galamoth, who’s kinda a half demon and pretty much runs around and kills things for no reason at all because he can, and although he’s never really risen to power in the courts it’s only because all of the other blood lords are scared of him and always gang up to stop his bids for power.)
Wizard: “I know, and I’m sorry, but there wasn’t a choice. Make your to the temple of lost knowledge, It’s our only hope, but please just GO. Head Northwest it’s your best option for the moment, but please run.”
I Finally recognize the desperation and fear in his voice, and having never even heard of a vampire let alone the blood lords, I’m pretty sure I’ll take my chances with the elements. So I pick up my hammer and head for the door. The rest of the gang decides to follow me out into the storm…..
Judging by the position of the sun and the mountainous terrain the consensus among us is that we are in the north. We take the opportunity to introduce ourselves and get an idea of the capabilities of each other, since we are all fairly sure a fight is inevitable. The Shadow-caster and the dwarf are pretty forthcoming with information; however the Psion keeps pretty much to himself, talking quietly with the young girl from time to time. He does tells us that he’s a healer, and he will help us if we get in a scuffle.
(ooc) This is where the DM steps in and asks us to roll a fort save, against the cold, since we were all basically snatched out of bed and none of us have the proper gear for walking threw a damn blizzard. We all pass except the shadow-caster, who gets slapped with some non-lethal damage and a negative to his rolls. Then we see why the DM has softened us up as we are suddenly ambushed by wolves.
The blizzard was intense enough that we didn’t see the pack of wolves sneak up on us. Luckily we caught them before they could get into striking range. The 5 of them move around us in kind of a half-circle. The Psion is the first to react conjuring up a giant line of flame and toasting one of the wolves pretty thoroughly. It doesn’t go down but it doesn’t look terribly happy about the experience. The dwarf charges into the fray and gets a pretty solid stab on the same wolf, which is then rocked by electricity. The dwarf seems to have some pretty strong weapon enchantments. The wolf is VERY injured but is still on it’s feet when the wolves start on the offensive. They all use the same tactic which is unloading on us with an icy breath-weapon. The Psion dances out of the way of the ones aimed at him. The dwarf sneaks away from one, but another one hits him pretty solidly as it steps inside of the range of his spear. I see my chance, and charge headlong into the injured wolf, slamming into him and sending him tumbling backwards giving the dwarf a chance to sneak in his spear and finish off the wolf. Then the shadow caster wins the battle for us by laying down some kind of shadow murk on the ground. The wolves get stuck fast in it. And we spend the next minuet or so mopping them up while they are immobilized.
Section 2: To the temple
With our first battle off under our belt and the weather STILL getting worse we continue to trudge through the mountains. Making light conversation, we have another bought with the cold(fort save) and this time even my massive fighter fortitude is starting to fail under natures onslaught.
(ooc) The DM steps in again, and this time we all have to roll survival checks which none of us have trained. We fail and the DM informs us that we have failed to notice we have been walking down a hunting trail for winter wolves…
We’ve been hearing howls all day, but unfortunately the storm lets the next batch of wolves sneak in under our guard. We didn’t even see them before we are rocked with the first ice breath. We find ourselves completely surrounded by another 5 wolves and we are all packed tightly together….. not good. After the first barrage of breath weapons pretty much everyone in the party is hurting, with the exception of the little girl, her psychic powers have seemed to shield her from most of the attacks. The healer gets into action starting to battle the frost bite. While the dwarf and myself have busied ourselves with counter attacking. I circle outside of the wolves so they have to turn away from the group to attack me. The shadow-caster then pulls another trick out of his hat, and lays down some shadow-fire stuff on the ground, unfortunately the black-fire didn’t seem to have any effect on the wolves. So he tries the goop again next and we come out victorious once again. However the whole party has taken massive damage from the wolves and the healer has exhausted himself, so the situation has become pretty dire.
We continue to trudge through the snow when finally we get our first break… We see a temple in the far distance at the base of a mountain, with some hot springs in the area between us and it….. oh thank god. So we all hustle toward the spring since we are all about to succumb to the cold. Unfortunately for us, the reason there is steam coming out of the ground in that particular area, is a giant fire centipede has made his home there, and isn’t terribly happy to see us. The dwarf being the least injured of the party takes the initiative and charges headlong into the centipede. The Psion also heads in and starts taking whacks. I however am barley standing and don’t want to go toe-to-toe with something that’s easily 10 times my size and could eat me without my effort. So I pull out my javelins and move over to the side and start hurling away. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do, because then the centipede runs at me and tries to devour me, luckily I catch a break, and the attack the dwarf gets off as it moves away kills it, and it falls dead at my feet. Which is good because I’m pretty sure the whole party was about to go down, and I KNOW it would have killed me.
Section 3: Order of the Shapless One
Well with that wrapped up we limp towards the temple in the hope that we can at least have some shelter. As we approach we notice that the building is rather ominous, and the large oaken door is adorned with a vampire knocker with the ring hanging from it’s teeth….. how quaint. Well at this point I’ve changed my mind about the whole taking the cold over the vampires’ thing, so we knock. We are greeted by a wiry man of average height, wearing the brown unadorned robes of a monk. He greets us and asks us what we are doing on his doorstep which doesn’t exactly see a lot of visitors. The Psion steps up here and tells a semi-lie that we are travelers seeking shelter from the storm. He says he heard sounds of battle and highly doubts that travelers would have anything to see up here. He does however thank us for killing the giant centipede which he calls a fancy name I can’t remember and offers us the shelter we so desperately require as repayment.
Our luck doesn’t exactly hold because it’s not long before death comes calling. As we are being shuffled off to our rooms, there is another knock on the door, we decide to let the caster listen in, while we all make ourselves scarce. When the monk goes to open them they are knocked off the hinges, and a vampire comes in out of the cold.
Galamoth: “hello again Maldavian. It’s been a while”
Maldavian : “ yes it has, to what can I owe the pleasure, of this visit blood lord”
Galamoth: “ I’ve been pursuing a group of travelers trespassing on my land, and I was wondering if you had seen them come by this way”
Maldavian: “No I’ve seen no travlers, I’m sorry I can be of no help bloodlord.”
Galamoth: *eyes him suspiciously* “very well, Have a good evening… But know that if I find out you are hiding them I will wipe your silly cult off the face of the earth.
The Monk comes back to us and gathers us into his room, when he begins to question us. “ So tell me why exactly why I just risked my life, not to mention the lives of everyone here to save you?”
Kelty: “We were kind of curious about that ourselves, we do however think you for it.”
Monk: “We are what most people would call evil, we are worshipers of the Shapeless one. WE are however our own evil and have no love for the Bloodlords, Especially Galamoth. That is why we’ve done this to ourselves”. He pulls back his sleeves
I hadn’t noticed before but the flesh was flensed from his arms in a spiral pattern.
Monk: “ This ritual will prevent us from being raised as undead. We refuse to help the vampires for their ends. Now tell me how you ended up on my doorstep.”
Me: “I’ll take this one…. Well I was enjoying my morning breakfast when suddenly things go all wonky, and then I’m in a cabin with these people and some crackpot old wizard, who had apparently summoned us there for god knows what reason. The first thing out of his mouth is ‘RUN the bloodlord is coming’ I don’t know what the hell a blood lord even is’ But I damn sure wasn’t gonna stay and find out. Then we are running for a damn lives through a blizzard in a place we’ve never been in, with no idea what direction we are going. Then the wolves came. THEN we about freeze to death, THEN! We are all like, ‘hey a hot spring lets go check it out’ WHERE WE ARE ATTACKED BY A GOD DAMNED GAINT CREATURE. *calming down* then we came and knocked on your door.
I’ll call it good enough Here, there is more but this is A LOT of text. It’s gonna take my forever to proof read this as it is. So stay tuned for future updates if you like it leave a sweet response so I can have that sweet warm fuzzy feeling that I’ve entertained the internet masses.
This is my first post so take it a little easy on me. I just started a 3.5 campaign with some buddies of mine, and people seem to really like reading campaign journals. So since I’m board at work I thought I’d give it a Go. Hopefully I’ll keep updating this , although our DM is have some issues with school, so I don’t know if this will get completed .
Characters: All level 8 to start
Rhogan Bloodwolf: Human fighter
The party needed a tank at the time, however I end up playing more of a barbarian role. I thought I would make a character based on bull rushing to be funny, however it has worked out better than I expected so far. I’ve taken Improved bull rush and sunder, with combat brute and I’m going to pick up shock trooper next, for added hilarity. The rest of my feats are weapon focuses and such to boost my +attack way up for max power attacking with my combat brute feat. I use a maul normally, but I carry around some javelins for ranged attacks if I need to make some.
From An RP standpoint I’m the son of a renowned swordsman who was taught to stand up for what’s right, However I was sickly as a youth so my father could never teach me to fight like him. When I was a adolescent my father was killed by thieves when we went to town to buy my a birthday gift, In my rage I killed them all, although I’m not sure how. That night I prayed for the power to stand up for those who couldn’t fight for themselves and to destroy the evil in the world to carry on my fathers legacy. After that night I got over my childhood frailty and begin to grow… FAST. Eventually turning into the 6,6 260 hulk I am now. When I reached age 18 I set off to keep my bargain with the fates, now I wander the world in a vigilante role, pretty much slaying anyone I see as evil. Our DM gave us a lot of attribute points to play with, so my Char is pretty high, so I picked up bluff and A LOT of intimidate with some diplomacy to have some fun with NPC interactions.
Bob the dwarf: Dwarven Lawful Incarnate/Ironsoul Forgemaster
This char is played by my buddy ham’s. He was gonna play a support role initially, but he found some funny ways to use his char, so he picked up a self-forged tower shield, which he used he incarnium juju to animate. And with an AC soul meld his AC is pretty colossal so he’s playing the main tanking role. He uses a long spear since neither of his classes has anything above simple weapon prof’s.
He worked for a Dwarven mining company. However he’s ability to pull random souls out of the air and bind them into armor, outcasted him from his fellows a bit. He spends most of his time drinking away his sorrows with typical Dwarven pessimism.
Mortimer : Human Shadowcaster Extraordinaire
This char is played by my friend kelty, who loves playing the dark magician role. He has a lot of spells to alter terrain which makes from some pretty funny battles. He def has a lot of shenanigans to bail us out of things.
His character was an underling at one of the vampire courts, with enough skill to be helpful to them, but enough guile to keep his head down, so he doesn’t end up dead, or undead as the case may be. He spends most of his time being creepy, and bragging about how much more awesome he is than arcane casters.
Maximums and Cassandra: Psion juju healer
This is actually 2 char’s combined, Forest wanted to play a psychic however our DM thinks they are massively OP, so in order to compensate for this he did a little rule creating. And is making forest’s char transport around an unarmored 8 year old girl that is the source of his psychic powers, so he has to defend her not to mention if he’s more than 20 feet away from her he can’t use any abilities.
Forest is the escort of the tiny girl super physic, which he calls one of the "bridaled" , and goes out of his way to defend her at all times. He worked at an organization called core doing god knows what before our campaign begins. He's chaotic netral atm, i'm pretty sure he's going to end up on the evil side of things however.
The World
The world is one large continent Divided by a HUGE mountain range. It's almost imposable to get across and the two sides have been at odds with one another for a very long time. The western have is dominated by the Psychics, They worship the dragons, the decedents of the great red worm who came to the world, and established order from the chaos. The Psychics use children and turn them into "bridals" focusing their power directly through them. The "bridals" are treated with the utmost respect and protected with the lives of there keeper, however they end up little more than slaves.
The Eastern Half of the world is dominated by the courts of the Blood Lords. Who have been reproducing heavily, they manage the population also as a Shepard to his flock. Pretty much every position of power is held by a vampire. They ARE the law. Most conflicts are plays for power between the Vampire courts; there has not been an uprising against them in centuries. They outlawed the old religions, and starving them of followers they have almost managed to slay the old gods. And thus eliminate clerics who would wield considerable power against them.
None of our chars know each other, and we are all from different parts of the world. So we’ll see how jack pulls this one together; Lets begin.
DM: “You are all going about your business on a normal morning when you suddenly wink out of existence. Although none of you know it at the time you are basically being teleported although none of you are sure how or why. You wake up in a cabin with 5 other people whom you’ve never seen before”
Section 1: Into the storm
Well interesting way to begin, I’m now in a cabin with a young child( cassandria) a very wiry old man whom by his dress I’m assuming is a wizard, a dwarf(hams) with a shield rotating around him with shiny armor on. A creepy looking guy in some robes(kelty), and a lightly armored pretty plain looking guy carrying a mace(forest). We are all looking pretty surprised when the wizard starts shouting. “run there is no time”
I step forward, I have a few ranks in spell craft(don’t ask) so I’m acting under the assumption that I recognize the wizard as a wizard and realize I’ve been teleported. “If you didn’t want us to be here then why did you teleport us all here wizard?”
Wizard: “ look there’s no time to explain, You were all summoned here because you are the only ones who can stop blood lord Galamoth, but I can sense him coming he must have felt the spell, and if you’re here when he gets here you are all dead, and it was all for nothing now RUN.”
At this point we notice that it’s VERY VERY cold in the cabin because there seems to be a blizzard going on outside. Which brings up a whole other heap of issues. Kelty decides to chime in at this point.
“ So let me get this straight, you summoned us here to stop a blood lord, but put us directly in the path of his killing rampage. Our alternative is to run out into a GOD DAMN BLIZZARD in a country we’ve never been without proper clothing with no idea of a destination. I’m pretty sure I like our chances here about the same.
(kelty having worked for the vampire courts has heard of Galamoth, who’s kinda a half demon and pretty much runs around and kills things for no reason at all because he can, and although he’s never really risen to power in the courts it’s only because all of the other blood lords are scared of him and always gang up to stop his bids for power.)
Wizard: “I know, and I’m sorry, but there wasn’t a choice. Make your to the temple of lost knowledge, It’s our only hope, but please just GO. Head Northwest it’s your best option for the moment, but please run.”
I Finally recognize the desperation and fear in his voice, and having never even heard of a vampire let alone the blood lords, I’m pretty sure I’ll take my chances with the elements. So I pick up my hammer and head for the door. The rest of the gang decides to follow me out into the storm…..
Judging by the position of the sun and the mountainous terrain the consensus among us is that we are in the north. We take the opportunity to introduce ourselves and get an idea of the capabilities of each other, since we are all fairly sure a fight is inevitable. The Shadow-caster and the dwarf are pretty forthcoming with information; however the Psion keeps pretty much to himself, talking quietly with the young girl from time to time. He does tells us that he’s a healer, and he will help us if we get in a scuffle.
(ooc) This is where the DM steps in and asks us to roll a fort save, against the cold, since we were all basically snatched out of bed and none of us have the proper gear for walking threw a damn blizzard. We all pass except the shadow-caster, who gets slapped with some non-lethal damage and a negative to his rolls. Then we see why the DM has softened us up as we are suddenly ambushed by wolves.
The blizzard was intense enough that we didn’t see the pack of wolves sneak up on us. Luckily we caught them before they could get into striking range. The 5 of them move around us in kind of a half-circle. The Psion is the first to react conjuring up a giant line of flame and toasting one of the wolves pretty thoroughly. It doesn’t go down but it doesn’t look terribly happy about the experience. The dwarf charges into the fray and gets a pretty solid stab on the same wolf, which is then rocked by electricity. The dwarf seems to have some pretty strong weapon enchantments. The wolf is VERY injured but is still on it’s feet when the wolves start on the offensive. They all use the same tactic which is unloading on us with an icy breath-weapon. The Psion dances out of the way of the ones aimed at him. The dwarf sneaks away from one, but another one hits him pretty solidly as it steps inside of the range of his spear. I see my chance, and charge headlong into the injured wolf, slamming into him and sending him tumbling backwards giving the dwarf a chance to sneak in his spear and finish off the wolf. Then the shadow caster wins the battle for us by laying down some kind of shadow murk on the ground. The wolves get stuck fast in it. And we spend the next minuet or so mopping them up while they are immobilized.
Section 2: To the temple
With our first battle off under our belt and the weather STILL getting worse we continue to trudge through the mountains. Making light conversation, we have another bought with the cold(fort save) and this time even my massive fighter fortitude is starting to fail under natures onslaught.
(ooc) The DM steps in again, and this time we all have to roll survival checks which none of us have trained. We fail and the DM informs us that we have failed to notice we have been walking down a hunting trail for winter wolves…
We’ve been hearing howls all day, but unfortunately the storm lets the next batch of wolves sneak in under our guard. We didn’t even see them before we are rocked with the first ice breath. We find ourselves completely surrounded by another 5 wolves and we are all packed tightly together….. not good. After the first barrage of breath weapons pretty much everyone in the party is hurting, with the exception of the little girl, her psychic powers have seemed to shield her from most of the attacks. The healer gets into action starting to battle the frost bite. While the dwarf and myself have busied ourselves with counter attacking. I circle outside of the wolves so they have to turn away from the group to attack me. The shadow-caster then pulls another trick out of his hat, and lays down some shadow-fire stuff on the ground, unfortunately the black-fire didn’t seem to have any effect on the wolves. So he tries the goop again next and we come out victorious once again. However the whole party has taken massive damage from the wolves and the healer has exhausted himself, so the situation has become pretty dire.
We continue to trudge through the snow when finally we get our first break… We see a temple in the far distance at the base of a mountain, with some hot springs in the area between us and it….. oh thank god. So we all hustle toward the spring since we are all about to succumb to the cold. Unfortunately for us, the reason there is steam coming out of the ground in that particular area, is a giant fire centipede has made his home there, and isn’t terribly happy to see us. The dwarf being the least injured of the party takes the initiative and charges headlong into the centipede. The Psion also heads in and starts taking whacks. I however am barley standing and don’t want to go toe-to-toe with something that’s easily 10 times my size and could eat me without my effort. So I pull out my javelins and move over to the side and start hurling away. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do, because then the centipede runs at me and tries to devour me, luckily I catch a break, and the attack the dwarf gets off as it moves away kills it, and it falls dead at my feet. Which is good because I’m pretty sure the whole party was about to go down, and I KNOW it would have killed me.
Section 3: Order of the Shapless One
Well with that wrapped up we limp towards the temple in the hope that we can at least have some shelter. As we approach we notice that the building is rather ominous, and the large oaken door is adorned with a vampire knocker with the ring hanging from it’s teeth….. how quaint. Well at this point I’ve changed my mind about the whole taking the cold over the vampires’ thing, so we knock. We are greeted by a wiry man of average height, wearing the brown unadorned robes of a monk. He greets us and asks us what we are doing on his doorstep which doesn’t exactly see a lot of visitors. The Psion steps up here and tells a semi-lie that we are travelers seeking shelter from the storm. He says he heard sounds of battle and highly doubts that travelers would have anything to see up here. He does however thank us for killing the giant centipede which he calls a fancy name I can’t remember and offers us the shelter we so desperately require as repayment.
Our luck doesn’t exactly hold because it’s not long before death comes calling. As we are being shuffled off to our rooms, there is another knock on the door, we decide to let the caster listen in, while we all make ourselves scarce. When the monk goes to open them they are knocked off the hinges, and a vampire comes in out of the cold.
Galamoth: “hello again Maldavian. It’s been a while”
Maldavian : “ yes it has, to what can I owe the pleasure, of this visit blood lord”
Galamoth: “ I’ve been pursuing a group of travelers trespassing on my land, and I was wondering if you had seen them come by this way”
Maldavian: “No I’ve seen no travlers, I’m sorry I can be of no help bloodlord.”
Galamoth: *eyes him suspiciously* “very well, Have a good evening… But know that if I find out you are hiding them I will wipe your silly cult off the face of the earth.
The Monk comes back to us and gathers us into his room, when he begins to question us. “ So tell me why exactly why I just risked my life, not to mention the lives of everyone here to save you?”
Kelty: “We were kind of curious about that ourselves, we do however think you for it.”
Monk: “We are what most people would call evil, we are worshipers of the Shapeless one. WE are however our own evil and have no love for the Bloodlords, Especially Galamoth. That is why we’ve done this to ourselves”. He pulls back his sleeves
I hadn’t noticed before but the flesh was flensed from his arms in a spiral pattern.
Monk: “ This ritual will prevent us from being raised as undead. We refuse to help the vampires for their ends. Now tell me how you ended up on my doorstep.”
Me: “I’ll take this one…. Well I was enjoying my morning breakfast when suddenly things go all wonky, and then I’m in a cabin with these people and some crackpot old wizard, who had apparently summoned us there for god knows what reason. The first thing out of his mouth is ‘RUN the bloodlord is coming’ I don’t know what the hell a blood lord even is’ But I damn sure wasn’t gonna stay and find out. Then we are running for a damn lives through a blizzard in a place we’ve never been in, with no idea what direction we are going. Then the wolves came. THEN we about freeze to death, THEN! We are all like, ‘hey a hot spring lets go check it out’ WHERE WE ARE ATTACKED BY A GOD DAMNED GAINT CREATURE. *calming down* then we came and knocked on your door.
I’ll call it good enough Here, there is more but this is A LOT of text. It’s gonna take my forever to proof read this as it is. So stay tuned for future updates if you like it leave a sweet response so I can have that sweet warm fuzzy feeling that I’ve entertained the internet masses.