Volug
2007-09-03, 12:58 AM
Spoiler Warning!!!
if you plan to do one of my campains regarding this and dont want anything to be spoiled.
Do not read on.
Instead Direct yourself to my other post concerning how campaigns are going to work.
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sorry im so impatiant, i REALLY want some fead-back, after all its my first homebrewed campain setting... so please comment or suggest:smallsmile:
I've been working on this idea for a year now, and just started to polish it up and play it.
Below is a basic over-view of each and every chapter in the series.
Chapter 1 to Chapter 4.
Enjoy and please PEACH it if you have the time. I may be able to add a few more stuff into it.
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Chapter 1 - The War of Shadows
Introduction
Rain pounds on the ground as a militia marches toward an abandoned town destroyed 10 years ago. Thunder Lights the sky illumenating the soldiers faces.
"This is indeed the place we are looking for.
Men, split up and search the town for the entrance to the temple!"
As the men start to move a person in a cloak appears in front of the soldiers
"Leave here at once, you killed the inhabitants of this village once, the least you can do is to leave their dying place alone."
The Leader of the group laughs
"You think you can order me around? We are under orders to destroy the contents inside a temple in this village, It is of great evil."
The man removes his hood, reveling the face of only a 14 year old boy.
He has White hair and dark eyes, and seems not what he appears to be.
"You slaughtered these people!!!
I have waited years to get revenge on the people who did this needlessly!
These people were the ones excepting me even though I wasnt of their kind!
you all deserve to die"
"Your only a boy, move along or we'll have to kill you."
".....Dont underestemate my strength Human..."
The boy raises his hand...........
Introduction 2
"So, this is the temple they wanted to find..." He says softly to himself.
after an hours worth of walking through the Temple he finds what he was looking for. The room has a black door, which looks like it has been sealed, and all around there is writing on the walls.
"...... Stupid..... How could i be so stupid."
He reads more.
He curses
"Of course they didnt care, to thinks some humans acually though i was someone.
They just want me for their tool, for my power...... *hmph* Guess its good they all died.
he know turns his attention to the sealed doorway.
after re-reading it through 5 times, he gets a smirk on his face.
"They all wanted me for power, to use me.
Stupid humans, all of them, elves, dwarves, every one.
This seal.... could it be the sorce of my powers?
Guess i'll find out."
He bites his finger, and breaks the seal.....
Chapter 2 - Blocking out the Light.
Introduction
Im DMing this now, the Intro is based on the starting of the campain.
"Myeh. Undead minions... I am expecting trouble..." mumbles Drazueis. "Human skeletons, surroundme as tightly as possible... owlbears, stay in the front, but do not attack unless I say so... Wolves, stay in a small spread around me..."
Drazueis stands in front of a tomb, only darkness can be seen beyond.
A shadow moved across the land, like a great specter that washed across the hills; flooding the land with it's taint. A cloud of darkness so deep it sucked in the light around it, casting the clouds into darkness as where once sun shined... now came a storm of rain and hail. This shadow is thicker then that of the skies, as it comes rushing towards the tomb with a great speed. As it comes near the group, the shadow seems to suddenly stop... it's mist sweeping forward and then lunging back as if tugged by some corporeal force.
Then slowly... with ominous force the mist feel down like a great curtain and revealed a small troupe of beings...
The first rides atop a horse made of flame and darkness, the giant Nightmare Stallion* rears back as the rider holds the reigns tight. It's hooves stamping the ground as he looks around with penetrating red eyes. He wears formal vestments made of black silk with dark leather straps and buckles of pristine ivory... bone fastenings hook up various straps around his body. Windswept blue hair is tossed back as he shifts slightly... and the area is suddenly drained of life as you all can feel a darkness slam against your very souls.**
He turns his head to the left to investigate another companion, and you can see a tattoo forming up his neck and across the right side of his face of a scythe's handle. For a brief moment, his shirt hits the light and seems to become translucent and shows off his pale skinny chest which displays the most heinous of dark acts as the Dread Reaper coddles two babies as waters of fire and ice rush over them... snuffing their life's from this world. The mark is so dark, so evil... all people with sinister souls can automatically tell this man has been seen by the most perverse of gods, and marked as a personal servant to his dark god.***
The companion to his left is actually not mounted on a steed... instead the great winged archon floats along in the air with a look of utter indifference upon her gaunt features. The archon has a solid huge greatsword strapped to her back, armor clad across her once beautiful form. Beauty however, is in the eye of the beholder.**** You can see a look of lust cross the Marked Man's face as he gazes upon her slightly decayed body... his hand reached out and stroking her jaw.
A laugh escapes the creature riding the other Nightmare to the Marked Man's right. Clad in black armor you can see no discernible facial features. However, his entire left arm remains exposed as it loosely lays atop of a tower shield strapped to the Nightmare's flank... not only is the arm exposed from being without armor... it is without skin entirely showing nothing but a skeleton arm and long claw-like fingers. "By the Reaper, Til.... you can't keep your hands off of her. She still hasn't satisfied you?"
Til, the Marked Man, smirks... a cruel twisted smile that can be seen as nothing but pure mockery of what it should be, "Ah... Grim. Someday you might have a beauty such this... a prize that no other man can claim easily. She fought with more strength, then even you." His head turned and looked at Grim, and the armored creature visibly shakes at the gesture.
"Aye... aye." He clenches his skeletal fist tight, you can see dust float softly to the ground and get blown away in the breeze.
Til smiles softly again and turns his gaze to the assembled masses, "The Reaper has proven truth, the dead have spoken no riddles. We are not alone in this quest, it would seem." He snaps his fingers and the Nightmare's explode in a cloud of darkness and mist and escape on the wind leaving the two men to float softly to the ground. The archon lands softly on the ground and stands behind Til.
He takes a step forward and looks around at you all, "Ah, my friends. Please... come, gather. Speak, converse... give truth and let us see what the living might speak to keep the dead from weeping. I beg you, step forward."
Moving slowly like a predator lurking it's prey, a hooded figure walks across the land. On his back, a gleaming scythe, crafted from the metal from near the very core of the planet itself. As the breeze blows, beneath the waving cloack it is possible to see markings, written in blood, showing allegiance to Nerull, in life and death. He pulls back his hood, revealing a seemingly human face, yet, he bears signs of orcish heritage. His hair, lit by the moon, is a white as strands of moonlight. His eyes, seem dull, as if devoid of any life.
Walking towards the group, as silently as he came, he stops. "It seems my lord, the Lord of All Gloom has granted me company."
A human shaman appears eager to enter.
TIME TO KICK SOME GOODIE A**!!!
"Hello, Cleric of Nerull. I see you have a desecrate spell with you? Advantageous for my skeletons," says Drazueis quietly. His voice sounds raspy and sinister.
"Please, let me introduce myself." Drazueis' voice is filled with evil rather than gratitude as he says these words. "I am Drazueis Plokens, a wizard, and a Drow. Usually I work alone. But it seems..."
"It seems I have to work with people this time. People," he says, "who I will come to befriend, hate, wonder at, annoy, converse with, and ignore." Drazueis smiles.
He turns to the Human Shaman. "You, on the other hand, you I will come to stare at, annoy, mumble incoherently at, and get annoyed by," he says. "You make yourself sound so reckless. And while I may know better I will act as if though your first impression on me was your only impression on me. I will act as though you are a reckless nitwit, and thus I will annoy you to all extent. Unless you truly are an idiot?" continues Drazueis, moving closer to the Shaman. "Then you won't care, I believe. Yes, you will not care..."
And with those final words, Drazueis huddles himself within his skeletons once again and speaks no more.
Chapter 3 - War anew
Introduction 1
A man is seen kneeling on the ground
"My Lord, our spies have gotten information that a kingdom has caught wind of our plans and plans to destroy our cult.
That is of the least of our concerns however, they will all be killed immediantly.
The most important thing is that a boy was born about a year ago, he has the blood of the acient magic inside his veins."
The kneeling man awaits what his Lord and Master has to say on this matter
Kill him, if he grows too old he may have more power then the rest of the pathetic humans.
As for the battle, i shall accompany our army. This will show everyone else that their deaths will be just as horrible.
Introduction 2
They should be here, very soon. a man of 24 years of age is seen waiting paciantly for something. He has a look of a great leader.
a messanger enters the room, he is clothed in white robes and a holy symbol of Pelor is seen dangling from his neck.
Did he take the bait?
Yes sir, he makes preparations to attack the capital.
.... I never thought he would be so quick to do this, I thought this would have failed.
The men get a sorrowfull look on their faces.
Sir..... Why must we sacrifice an entire city of people for this?
If we dont..... more people will die, there is no other choice but to sacrifice them. It will allow us to see his power, and determine his weaknesses.
It will also hold him off in seeking other places to destroy. We are simply buying alot of time, that we really need.
Long days pass, the skies darken and it begins to rain..... blood.
Chapter 4 - Shadows Reign
Introduction
Sephyr has fallen.... and so has the hope of mankind, elfkind, and everything else.
Xeragnarok destroys everything in the world, only small groups of others remain.
They are soon to be destroyed, they cannot hind for long.
How was Sephyr able to almost kill Xeragnarok?
The last people remain try to find the answers... and be able to restore their kind, and hope. Or will they fail?
The ones who 'helped' Xeragnarok gain his dominance are no better off.
They endure his rage to find everyone who survived, they endure his hatred of everything, they endure his ever burning gaze on them, they endure the fact they could be horribly killed any second...
The World is covered in darkness, shadow, and death. No way out, no where to run. Though the tiniest speck of hope lingers on.....
Introduction2
No time to stop, keep going... Orion, thinks to himself. He's been through all this before and been through this land, yet it all seems so differn't. He's blind, and memorized the locations of everything in the land, but know he has no clue where he's going. All he knows is to keep running and find a way to meet up with the others.
I can't die... I need to give them this info i wont die! He instictivly kills 3 nightwalkers he senses with only a simple spell.
Hours pass, everything seems calm. which is not normal as it has been hell the last 16 months.... when his brother died. Sephyr was like a brother to him, even though they weren't directly related, he would avenge him.
He stops for a bit and casts a spell to see if anything is sneaking up on him... nothing..... this isn't normal... its too good to be true. He casts buffering spells on him and takes out his lance.
"show yourself... your tricks arn't working.
.....I am shadow.... This sentence enters his head, but what did it come from? I am anti-light... I can see your past... I can see your future.... I consume time.... And I will consume you!
i noticed quite a few name problems. if you see any point them out please.
if you plan to do one of my campains regarding this and dont want anything to be spoiled.
Do not read on.
Instead Direct yourself to my other post concerning how campaigns are going to work.
------------------
sorry im so impatiant, i REALLY want some fead-back, after all its my first homebrewed campain setting... so please comment or suggest:smallsmile:
I've been working on this idea for a year now, and just started to polish it up and play it.
Below is a basic over-view of each and every chapter in the series.
Chapter 1 to Chapter 4.
Enjoy and please PEACH it if you have the time. I may be able to add a few more stuff into it.
--------------------
Chapter 1 - The War of Shadows
Introduction
Rain pounds on the ground as a militia marches toward an abandoned town destroyed 10 years ago. Thunder Lights the sky illumenating the soldiers faces.
"This is indeed the place we are looking for.
Men, split up and search the town for the entrance to the temple!"
As the men start to move a person in a cloak appears in front of the soldiers
"Leave here at once, you killed the inhabitants of this village once, the least you can do is to leave their dying place alone."
The Leader of the group laughs
"You think you can order me around? We are under orders to destroy the contents inside a temple in this village, It is of great evil."
The man removes his hood, reveling the face of only a 14 year old boy.
He has White hair and dark eyes, and seems not what he appears to be.
"You slaughtered these people!!!
I have waited years to get revenge on the people who did this needlessly!
These people were the ones excepting me even though I wasnt of their kind!
you all deserve to die"
"Your only a boy, move along or we'll have to kill you."
".....Dont underestemate my strength Human..."
The boy raises his hand...........
Introduction 2
"So, this is the temple they wanted to find..." He says softly to himself.
after an hours worth of walking through the Temple he finds what he was looking for. The room has a black door, which looks like it has been sealed, and all around there is writing on the walls.
"...... Stupid..... How could i be so stupid."
He reads more.
He curses
"Of course they didnt care, to thinks some humans acually though i was someone.
They just want me for their tool, for my power...... *hmph* Guess its good they all died.
he know turns his attention to the sealed doorway.
after re-reading it through 5 times, he gets a smirk on his face.
"They all wanted me for power, to use me.
Stupid humans, all of them, elves, dwarves, every one.
This seal.... could it be the sorce of my powers?
Guess i'll find out."
He bites his finger, and breaks the seal.....
Chapter 2 - Blocking out the Light.
Introduction
Im DMing this now, the Intro is based on the starting of the campain.
"Myeh. Undead minions... I am expecting trouble..." mumbles Drazueis. "Human skeletons, surroundme as tightly as possible... owlbears, stay in the front, but do not attack unless I say so... Wolves, stay in a small spread around me..."
Drazueis stands in front of a tomb, only darkness can be seen beyond.
A shadow moved across the land, like a great specter that washed across the hills; flooding the land with it's taint. A cloud of darkness so deep it sucked in the light around it, casting the clouds into darkness as where once sun shined... now came a storm of rain and hail. This shadow is thicker then that of the skies, as it comes rushing towards the tomb with a great speed. As it comes near the group, the shadow seems to suddenly stop... it's mist sweeping forward and then lunging back as if tugged by some corporeal force.
Then slowly... with ominous force the mist feel down like a great curtain and revealed a small troupe of beings...
The first rides atop a horse made of flame and darkness, the giant Nightmare Stallion* rears back as the rider holds the reigns tight. It's hooves stamping the ground as he looks around with penetrating red eyes. He wears formal vestments made of black silk with dark leather straps and buckles of pristine ivory... bone fastenings hook up various straps around his body. Windswept blue hair is tossed back as he shifts slightly... and the area is suddenly drained of life as you all can feel a darkness slam against your very souls.**
He turns his head to the left to investigate another companion, and you can see a tattoo forming up his neck and across the right side of his face of a scythe's handle. For a brief moment, his shirt hits the light and seems to become translucent and shows off his pale skinny chest which displays the most heinous of dark acts as the Dread Reaper coddles two babies as waters of fire and ice rush over them... snuffing their life's from this world. The mark is so dark, so evil... all people with sinister souls can automatically tell this man has been seen by the most perverse of gods, and marked as a personal servant to his dark god.***
The companion to his left is actually not mounted on a steed... instead the great winged archon floats along in the air with a look of utter indifference upon her gaunt features. The archon has a solid huge greatsword strapped to her back, armor clad across her once beautiful form. Beauty however, is in the eye of the beholder.**** You can see a look of lust cross the Marked Man's face as he gazes upon her slightly decayed body... his hand reached out and stroking her jaw.
A laugh escapes the creature riding the other Nightmare to the Marked Man's right. Clad in black armor you can see no discernible facial features. However, his entire left arm remains exposed as it loosely lays atop of a tower shield strapped to the Nightmare's flank... not only is the arm exposed from being without armor... it is without skin entirely showing nothing but a skeleton arm and long claw-like fingers. "By the Reaper, Til.... you can't keep your hands off of her. She still hasn't satisfied you?"
Til, the Marked Man, smirks... a cruel twisted smile that can be seen as nothing but pure mockery of what it should be, "Ah... Grim. Someday you might have a beauty such this... a prize that no other man can claim easily. She fought with more strength, then even you." His head turned and looked at Grim, and the armored creature visibly shakes at the gesture.
"Aye... aye." He clenches his skeletal fist tight, you can see dust float softly to the ground and get blown away in the breeze.
Til smiles softly again and turns his gaze to the assembled masses, "The Reaper has proven truth, the dead have spoken no riddles. We are not alone in this quest, it would seem." He snaps his fingers and the Nightmare's explode in a cloud of darkness and mist and escape on the wind leaving the two men to float softly to the ground. The archon lands softly on the ground and stands behind Til.
He takes a step forward and looks around at you all, "Ah, my friends. Please... come, gather. Speak, converse... give truth and let us see what the living might speak to keep the dead from weeping. I beg you, step forward."
Moving slowly like a predator lurking it's prey, a hooded figure walks across the land. On his back, a gleaming scythe, crafted from the metal from near the very core of the planet itself. As the breeze blows, beneath the waving cloack it is possible to see markings, written in blood, showing allegiance to Nerull, in life and death. He pulls back his hood, revealing a seemingly human face, yet, he bears signs of orcish heritage. His hair, lit by the moon, is a white as strands of moonlight. His eyes, seem dull, as if devoid of any life.
Walking towards the group, as silently as he came, he stops. "It seems my lord, the Lord of All Gloom has granted me company."
A human shaman appears eager to enter.
TIME TO KICK SOME GOODIE A**!!!
"Hello, Cleric of Nerull. I see you have a desecrate spell with you? Advantageous for my skeletons," says Drazueis quietly. His voice sounds raspy and sinister.
"Please, let me introduce myself." Drazueis' voice is filled with evil rather than gratitude as he says these words. "I am Drazueis Plokens, a wizard, and a Drow. Usually I work alone. But it seems..."
"It seems I have to work with people this time. People," he says, "who I will come to befriend, hate, wonder at, annoy, converse with, and ignore." Drazueis smiles.
He turns to the Human Shaman. "You, on the other hand, you I will come to stare at, annoy, mumble incoherently at, and get annoyed by," he says. "You make yourself sound so reckless. And while I may know better I will act as if though your first impression on me was your only impression on me. I will act as though you are a reckless nitwit, and thus I will annoy you to all extent. Unless you truly are an idiot?" continues Drazueis, moving closer to the Shaman. "Then you won't care, I believe. Yes, you will not care..."
And with those final words, Drazueis huddles himself within his skeletons once again and speaks no more.
Chapter 3 - War anew
Introduction 1
A man is seen kneeling on the ground
"My Lord, our spies have gotten information that a kingdom has caught wind of our plans and plans to destroy our cult.
That is of the least of our concerns however, they will all be killed immediantly.
The most important thing is that a boy was born about a year ago, he has the blood of the acient magic inside his veins."
The kneeling man awaits what his Lord and Master has to say on this matter
Kill him, if he grows too old he may have more power then the rest of the pathetic humans.
As for the battle, i shall accompany our army. This will show everyone else that their deaths will be just as horrible.
Introduction 2
They should be here, very soon. a man of 24 years of age is seen waiting paciantly for something. He has a look of a great leader.
a messanger enters the room, he is clothed in white robes and a holy symbol of Pelor is seen dangling from his neck.
Did he take the bait?
Yes sir, he makes preparations to attack the capital.
.... I never thought he would be so quick to do this, I thought this would have failed.
The men get a sorrowfull look on their faces.
Sir..... Why must we sacrifice an entire city of people for this?
If we dont..... more people will die, there is no other choice but to sacrifice them. It will allow us to see his power, and determine his weaknesses.
It will also hold him off in seeking other places to destroy. We are simply buying alot of time, that we really need.
Long days pass, the skies darken and it begins to rain..... blood.
Chapter 4 - Shadows Reign
Introduction
Sephyr has fallen.... and so has the hope of mankind, elfkind, and everything else.
Xeragnarok destroys everything in the world, only small groups of others remain.
They are soon to be destroyed, they cannot hind for long.
How was Sephyr able to almost kill Xeragnarok?
The last people remain try to find the answers... and be able to restore their kind, and hope. Or will they fail?
The ones who 'helped' Xeragnarok gain his dominance are no better off.
They endure his rage to find everyone who survived, they endure his hatred of everything, they endure his ever burning gaze on them, they endure the fact they could be horribly killed any second...
The World is covered in darkness, shadow, and death. No way out, no where to run. Though the tiniest speck of hope lingers on.....
Introduction2
No time to stop, keep going... Orion, thinks to himself. He's been through all this before and been through this land, yet it all seems so differn't. He's blind, and memorized the locations of everything in the land, but know he has no clue where he's going. All he knows is to keep running and find a way to meet up with the others.
I can't die... I need to give them this info i wont die! He instictivly kills 3 nightwalkers he senses with only a simple spell.
Hours pass, everything seems calm. which is not normal as it has been hell the last 16 months.... when his brother died. Sephyr was like a brother to him, even though they weren't directly related, he would avenge him.
He stops for a bit and casts a spell to see if anything is sneaking up on him... nothing..... this isn't normal... its too good to be true. He casts buffering spells on him and takes out his lance.
"show yourself... your tricks arn't working.
.....I am shadow.... This sentence enters his head, but what did it come from? I am anti-light... I can see your past... I can see your future.... I consume time.... And I will consume you!
i noticed quite a few name problems. if you see any point them out please.