Faithless
2008-08-20, 02:46 PM
Ziggurat of Imira
Team One
{table=head]Character|Class/Race|Player
Driftwood Basalt (http://mydndgame.com/?action=character-sheet&character=421)|
Warforged Warlock|
AlchemyPrime
Evant (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=74363)|
Aventi Shugenja/Sorcerer|
Innis Cabal|
Complete
Sir Kracian Drake (http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=16400)|
Aquatic Kobold Warblade|
Draken
Nadim Sandwalker (http://mydndgame.com/?action=character-sheet&character=453)|
Aventi Swordsage|
Tsuuga
Wavebreak (http://mydndgame.com/?action=charact...&character=448)|
Aquatic Half-Elf Frenzied Berserker|
Moose Fisher
[/table]
Ages ago an elf, prince of a coastal kingdom, fell in love with a human maiden, Imira. He gave her a sacred amulet passed through his royal bloodline for generations as a token of his love. They eventually wedded and lived within his palace. As the years went on she began to age, while he remained youthful. It wasn’t long before his love for her died and he kicked her out of the palace for a younger bride. Old and alone she soon died.
The prince did not count on the magic of the amulet. Unbeknownst to the generations of hands it passed through the amulet bore horrific powers over ensuring promises were kept. Wresting Imira’s soul from back into her body, infused now with arcane energy, she walked again. The entire kingdom sunk that day, lost forever, in her destructive fury. It is said that the vengeful crone waits in the palace still cradling the corpse of her beloved prince…
* * *
The Ship
Aboard the Bloodstained Maiden, the black sails howled in the wind and rain. Another tropical storm, the brawny men rower intensely fighting the waves, bearing the burden of such a large ship.
A massive orc stood atop the deck. He held a large mace in his muscular hands pointing off into the ocean. The rain whipped across his face and dreadlocks so quickly it wouldn’t be surprising if he bled. He had given you voyage to this place for a few coins. He had heard there was treasure, and he would get it. Grurk the Faceripper they called him. Not an especially clever name, but it’s the name he got after he ripped the face off of the previous owner of the ship…
“Push that galley, you lard-stifled bilge rats! No quarter! Drop that ore and I’ll feed you to th-”
He stopped himself. You watch as he quickly takes out a pocket telescope. Scanning in the distance he roared.
“BATTLE STATIONS!”
Team One
{table=head]Character|Class/Race|Player
Driftwood Basalt (http://mydndgame.com/?action=character-sheet&character=421)|
Warforged Warlock|
AlchemyPrime
Evant (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=74363)|
Aventi Shugenja/Sorcerer|
Innis Cabal|
Complete
Sir Kracian Drake (http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=16400)|
Aquatic Kobold Warblade|
Draken
Nadim Sandwalker (http://mydndgame.com/?action=character-sheet&character=453)|
Aventi Swordsage|
Tsuuga
Wavebreak (http://mydndgame.com/?action=charact...&character=448)|
Aquatic Half-Elf Frenzied Berserker|
Moose Fisher
[/table]
Ages ago an elf, prince of a coastal kingdom, fell in love with a human maiden, Imira. He gave her a sacred amulet passed through his royal bloodline for generations as a token of his love. They eventually wedded and lived within his palace. As the years went on she began to age, while he remained youthful. It wasn’t long before his love for her died and he kicked her out of the palace for a younger bride. Old and alone she soon died.
The prince did not count on the magic of the amulet. Unbeknownst to the generations of hands it passed through the amulet bore horrific powers over ensuring promises were kept. Wresting Imira’s soul from back into her body, infused now with arcane energy, she walked again. The entire kingdom sunk that day, lost forever, in her destructive fury. It is said that the vengeful crone waits in the palace still cradling the corpse of her beloved prince…
* * *
The Ship
Aboard the Bloodstained Maiden, the black sails howled in the wind and rain. Another tropical storm, the brawny men rower intensely fighting the waves, bearing the burden of such a large ship.
A massive orc stood atop the deck. He held a large mace in his muscular hands pointing off into the ocean. The rain whipped across his face and dreadlocks so quickly it wouldn’t be surprising if he bled. He had given you voyage to this place for a few coins. He had heard there was treasure, and he would get it. Grurk the Faceripper they called him. Not an especially clever name, but it’s the name he got after he ripped the face off of the previous owner of the ship…
“Push that galley, you lard-stifled bilge rats! No quarter! Drop that ore and I’ll feed you to th-”
He stopped himself. You watch as he quickly takes out a pocket telescope. Scanning in the distance he roared.
“BATTLE STATIONS!”