Dust
2011-06-27, 03:45 PM
...and I'd like to briefly share it with you. It's been a few days now and I'm still reeling.
We'd been playing this game for a bloody year now, and it was at last coming to a conclusion. The party is attempting to re-plant The World Tree, Yggdrasil. They require a bunch of metaphorical 'ingredients' in order to do so, like the tears of an immortal hero, soil from where the world ends, and so forth and so on. They've managed most of the list, but have run into a deadlock in getting the last item; the blood of a tyrant.
They decide they need to get the blood of the BBEG, who I know to be a lich whose phylactery is another plane of existence. Only by planting Yggdrasil will they be able to cut the lich off from his phylactery, effectively destroying it and preventing his reincarnation. But the final battle looms on the horizon and they keep getting distracted, and at last it's too late; the BBEG has amassed his armies and come to them, and I wasn't sure if the game would end with the group 'losing' or not. It was rather worrisome for me, but I wasn't going to fudge things in their favor at all.
They decide there's only one way to keep the seed and all collected materials 'safe' - the party ranger/druid/naturey guy - named Kinneas Wetherford the THIRD - eats them. A standard PC plan if I've ever heard one.
One of the other PCs is a little goblin that the group rescued from indentured servitude and possibly even certain death. He is absolutely worthless in all social situations, yet the party likes him anyway and makes him the group mascot. He gets stepped on the entire game, but he's always there believing in the greater good and trudging onward to his 'destiny.' The ranger/druid, especially, has taken a shine to the little guy and they've become friends, with the goblin acting very much like a sidekick to the much cooler hero.
So. The group cleaves their way through the armies and up to where the BBEG waits, realizing that if they could just get his blood somehow, they'd be able to finish the ritual to plant yggdrasil and cut him off from his power source.
The combat was quick and messy (it was late, I was tired and jus twanted it to be done).The only one left in fighting form is the goblin. The BBEG plucks the group mascot up by the neck and begins to strangle him with one gloved hand while the group watches helplessly. I was sure this was the end of the campaign, and I was wrong.
The goblin (sorcerer, I might add) has time for one last action, which....he uses to roll EXTREMELY well on an improvised biting attack. This manages to bite a huge chunk of flesh and skin and muscle and blood off the BBEG; the goblin is dropped angrily and unceremoniously to the floor, dodging fireballs as he rushes over to the ranger who had previously swallowed the seed.
And kisses him. Square on the lips, forcing the mixture of meat and blood down his throat with his bumpy goblin tongue. The entire table goes completely silent except for both players who just sort of...stare at one another apologetically. I may have coughed up Pepsi on my notes.
The tree explodes outward from the rangerdruid's body, ripping him to pieces but saving the world. Epic cinematic ensues. The party wins.
The goblin reaches level three.
We'd been playing this game for a bloody year now, and it was at last coming to a conclusion. The party is attempting to re-plant The World Tree, Yggdrasil. They require a bunch of metaphorical 'ingredients' in order to do so, like the tears of an immortal hero, soil from where the world ends, and so forth and so on. They've managed most of the list, but have run into a deadlock in getting the last item; the blood of a tyrant.
They decide they need to get the blood of the BBEG, who I know to be a lich whose phylactery is another plane of existence. Only by planting Yggdrasil will they be able to cut the lich off from his phylactery, effectively destroying it and preventing his reincarnation. But the final battle looms on the horizon and they keep getting distracted, and at last it's too late; the BBEG has amassed his armies and come to them, and I wasn't sure if the game would end with the group 'losing' or not. It was rather worrisome for me, but I wasn't going to fudge things in their favor at all.
They decide there's only one way to keep the seed and all collected materials 'safe' - the party ranger/druid/naturey guy - named Kinneas Wetherford the THIRD - eats them. A standard PC plan if I've ever heard one.
One of the other PCs is a little goblin that the group rescued from indentured servitude and possibly even certain death. He is absolutely worthless in all social situations, yet the party likes him anyway and makes him the group mascot. He gets stepped on the entire game, but he's always there believing in the greater good and trudging onward to his 'destiny.' The ranger/druid, especially, has taken a shine to the little guy and they've become friends, with the goblin acting very much like a sidekick to the much cooler hero.
So. The group cleaves their way through the armies and up to where the BBEG waits, realizing that if they could just get his blood somehow, they'd be able to finish the ritual to plant yggdrasil and cut him off from his power source.
The combat was quick and messy (it was late, I was tired and jus twanted it to be done).The only one left in fighting form is the goblin. The BBEG plucks the group mascot up by the neck and begins to strangle him with one gloved hand while the group watches helplessly. I was sure this was the end of the campaign, and I was wrong.
The goblin (sorcerer, I might add) has time for one last action, which....he uses to roll EXTREMELY well on an improvised biting attack. This manages to bite a huge chunk of flesh and skin and muscle and blood off the BBEG; the goblin is dropped angrily and unceremoniously to the floor, dodging fireballs as he rushes over to the ranger who had previously swallowed the seed.
And kisses him. Square on the lips, forcing the mixture of meat and blood down his throat with his bumpy goblin tongue. The entire table goes completely silent except for both players who just sort of...stare at one another apologetically. I may have coughed up Pepsi on my notes.
The tree explodes outward from the rangerdruid's body, ripping him to pieces but saving the world. Epic cinematic ensues. The party wins.
The goblin reaches level three.