dragonfan6490
2010-01-30, 05:26 PM
Howdy fellow Playgrounders,
So I started a new campaign a few weeks ago and have decided to post a journal of the campaign here on the forums as well as on LiveJournal. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to comment on it.
Note: I have taken some creative liberties with the dialogue and some of the actions to make the story a little more cohesive, but I have tried to stay as true to the characters as possible.
I will be updating this thread as I post entries on LiveJournal. It appears to be taking multiple posts on LiveJournal to post the first session, but hopefully I'll be able to get it all up soon.
So without further ado, I present the first part of the first session.
Five riders approach the city. It is dusk and the guards have already closed the gates for the evening to protect the people from bandits.
"Who goes there!" calls one of the guards.
The Hound Archon looks up, his radiant armor shimmering in the darkening light, the left half of his face covered by shadows. "We return from a mission for the Empire!"
The guard's face pales, "So..so sorry my lords." He tells his subordinates to open the gates so that the riders may enter the city. They are met by old companions who ask them to join them for a drink. The winged Angel declines, wishing to meet with the Emperor as soon as possible. His great, feathered wings are tucked behind him, almost blending in with his armor, his halo floats around their eyes rather than above his head like the traditional angels.
The tall, muscular Man placed a hand on the Angel and smiles, "Come on, Abel, one drink can't hurt." His many scars tell the story of a hundred battles.
The small Ice Mephit and tall Nymph with elvish features dissagree. "Argon, we must go see the Emperor."
As they begin walking towards one of the taverns, the riders are met by several of the Imperial Guard. "My lords, the Emperor wishes to see you, to see how the mission went." The riders are escorted to the Palace where they are invited into the Emperor's Throne Room.
The Emperor is a middle-aged man with medium length hair, his battle-scarred armor pulsing with magic. He is flanked by two men, one wearing white armor, with shoulder-length green hair and a blade at his side. The other wearing red armor with semi-short red hair.
The Emperor looks up as the riders approach. "How did it go?"
The Hound Archon answers. "Without a hitch. Csill Korus has been subdued."
"So he is defeated?"
The Justice Archon chimes in, " We were not able to slay the demon. We had to invoke an ancient ritual."
"What sort of ritual?" The white armored man asks.
"Four great, immortal, celestial Stags now patrol the Mountain to guard against the demon's powers."
"Well done, my servants," replies the Emperor. "Your reward shall be great. You shall be knighted."
"You honor us sir." The Hound Archon says.
"Martus will escort you to the cleansing room."
The man in white signals them to come with him. As they walk down the palace halls, the riders notice the many paintings and sculptures recording the Grand History of the Empire. They come to a set of double doors.
"Place your hands upon the doors, they will open if you are judged worthy." The riders look at each other anxiously, until Abel unhooks his gauntlet.
"Aramoor, shall we?" The Hound Archon nods and begins andoing his own gauntlet. The others follow suit and the door opens.
"Well, go in." says Martus. Inside the room is a large, metallic machine resembling a large furnace. Martus walks up to it and begins chanting and making strange motions with his hands and a door-sized portal opens and a green light is emitted from the machine. "This is a Twilight Reactor, when you enter, you will be washed with energy."
The riders look at each other and Aramoor steps up. "I will enter the Reactor." As he is approaching the Reactor, Martus drops to his knees, clutching his temples, and screams in pain.
When he recovers, he looks up with madness in his eyes. "You cannot enter the Reactor!" He draws his blade and leaps toward Aramoor, who dematerializes and reappears on the other side of the Reactor. The Houri draws her Scimitar and races to her comrade's aid. With a flurry of attacks, she breaks through his defenses to leave a solid blow. Martus retaliates with a blast of arcane energy that leaves the Houri reeling in pain. Abel flies forward with his greatsword and makes a single swing which Martus dodges. Abel looks over to Aramoor and brings his wings to protect himself.
The Ice Mephit lets loose an arrow as Aramoor screams "Its time to end this!" A black hole appears in Martus' stomache and he is sucked into the Void. Moments later his blade, Magusbane appears in the air and drops to the ground.
So I started a new campaign a few weeks ago and have decided to post a journal of the campaign here on the forums as well as on LiveJournal. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to comment on it.
Note: I have taken some creative liberties with the dialogue and some of the actions to make the story a little more cohesive, but I have tried to stay as true to the characters as possible.
I will be updating this thread as I post entries on LiveJournal. It appears to be taking multiple posts on LiveJournal to post the first session, but hopefully I'll be able to get it all up soon.
So without further ado, I present the first part of the first session.
Five riders approach the city. It is dusk and the guards have already closed the gates for the evening to protect the people from bandits.
"Who goes there!" calls one of the guards.
The Hound Archon looks up, his radiant armor shimmering in the darkening light, the left half of his face covered by shadows. "We return from a mission for the Empire!"
The guard's face pales, "So..so sorry my lords." He tells his subordinates to open the gates so that the riders may enter the city. They are met by old companions who ask them to join them for a drink. The winged Angel declines, wishing to meet with the Emperor as soon as possible. His great, feathered wings are tucked behind him, almost blending in with his armor, his halo floats around their eyes rather than above his head like the traditional angels.
The tall, muscular Man placed a hand on the Angel and smiles, "Come on, Abel, one drink can't hurt." His many scars tell the story of a hundred battles.
The small Ice Mephit and tall Nymph with elvish features dissagree. "Argon, we must go see the Emperor."
As they begin walking towards one of the taverns, the riders are met by several of the Imperial Guard. "My lords, the Emperor wishes to see you, to see how the mission went." The riders are escorted to the Palace where they are invited into the Emperor's Throne Room.
The Emperor is a middle-aged man with medium length hair, his battle-scarred armor pulsing with magic. He is flanked by two men, one wearing white armor, with shoulder-length green hair and a blade at his side. The other wearing red armor with semi-short red hair.
The Emperor looks up as the riders approach. "How did it go?"
The Hound Archon answers. "Without a hitch. Csill Korus has been subdued."
"So he is defeated?"
The Justice Archon chimes in, " We were not able to slay the demon. We had to invoke an ancient ritual."
"What sort of ritual?" The white armored man asks.
"Four great, immortal, celestial Stags now patrol the Mountain to guard against the demon's powers."
"Well done, my servants," replies the Emperor. "Your reward shall be great. You shall be knighted."
"You honor us sir." The Hound Archon says.
"Martus will escort you to the cleansing room."
The man in white signals them to come with him. As they walk down the palace halls, the riders notice the many paintings and sculptures recording the Grand History of the Empire. They come to a set of double doors.
"Place your hands upon the doors, they will open if you are judged worthy." The riders look at each other anxiously, until Abel unhooks his gauntlet.
"Aramoor, shall we?" The Hound Archon nods and begins andoing his own gauntlet. The others follow suit and the door opens.
"Well, go in." says Martus. Inside the room is a large, metallic machine resembling a large furnace. Martus walks up to it and begins chanting and making strange motions with his hands and a door-sized portal opens and a green light is emitted from the machine. "This is a Twilight Reactor, when you enter, you will be washed with energy."
The riders look at each other and Aramoor steps up. "I will enter the Reactor." As he is approaching the Reactor, Martus drops to his knees, clutching his temples, and screams in pain.
When he recovers, he looks up with madness in his eyes. "You cannot enter the Reactor!" He draws his blade and leaps toward Aramoor, who dematerializes and reappears on the other side of the Reactor. The Houri draws her Scimitar and races to her comrade's aid. With a flurry of attacks, she breaks through his defenses to leave a solid blow. Martus retaliates with a blast of arcane energy that leaves the Houri reeling in pain. Abel flies forward with his greatsword and makes a single swing which Martus dodges. Abel looks over to Aramoor and brings his wings to protect himself.
The Ice Mephit lets loose an arrow as Aramoor screams "Its time to end this!" A black hole appears in Martus' stomache and he is sucked into the Void. Moments later his blade, Magusbane appears in the air and drops to the ground.