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DM Feedback: Slappy and Solar
Posted: 02 Jul 2003 09:22 AM |
I dont know who it was but huge thanks from me for drama that seemed to go on around my chr Slaphead. Together with Roka, son of Neek, we bested the bandits and entered the werewolf cave ... then fled and died at its entrance. But, acts of divine intervention occurred, beams of light from above, a commanding voice and an aweinspiring vision of a white angel called Solar ... helped us escape and live again. Thanks too to Roka for his companionship and generosity. That made Slappy very happy.
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Re: DM Feedback: Slappy and Solar
Posted: 02 Jul 2003 03:11 PM |
You lucky git! :P
Anyway for everyone's information the creature is called a Solar, they are Angels from the heavens who often act as messengers from Gods etc.... carrying out some of their willing and so forth.
There are many Solars, and they tend not to have names per se.......
Anyway just FYI
Cheers
Arathon
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Re: DM Feedback: Slappy and Solar
Posted: 03 Jul 2003 05:28 AM |
| Wow! |
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Re: DM Feedback: Slappy and Solar
Posted: 03 Jul 2003 12:16 PM |
| You are quite welcome Slappy! Roka will adventure with you anytime; just don't tell my dad Neek :P |
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Re: DM Feedback: Slappy and Solar
Posted: 04 Jul 2003 03:29 AM |
*grins from overhead, twirling the DM-wand about in his hands, blowing the smoke off the tip*
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The Further Adventures of Slappy and Roka
Posted: 04 Jul 2003 05:31 AM |
Slaphead brushed the tears off his mustache and looked up. "Hrumph!" he coughed in a gruff gnomely way. The poor woman's husband was missing in the cave behind the house. She was beside herself with worry and he saught to console her. "Don't worry, Rita, I'll find Bob for you."
Outside the cave Slaphead paused. He had been on his way to Port Royale and the 'special treat' Mrs Miggins had waiting for him and he hoped this little act of goodwill would not delay him too much. He had not noticed the tall, slender, caped figure appear at his side, until he spoke. "Hello there Slappy! Surely you are not going in there alone?" Surprised, Slap turned and said "Well met Roka, son of Neek. Seeking relief from the endless making of bows again?." He glanced at the cave mouth. "Any idea what's in there?" "Oh, nothing much," said Roka, looking away quickly. "Just a few beetles." "Hooray!" shouted Slaphead, as a vision of Mrs Miggins bending down to put a pie in her over flashed through his mind. "Let's go together and find this woman's husband. A quick in and out, I think."
Slaphead had been hoping for a chance to test the crossbow Roka made for him and he did not have long to wait. As they stepped through the cavemouth, his jaw clenched as the stink of the place hit him and he realised this would not be a "quick in and out" job. For, before them, was a labyrinth of tunnels teeming with beetles of all sorts. Huge beetles. "You bastard!" he shouted. "Just a few you said! And you neglected to mention the buggers are as big as horses!" Roka chuckled coldly as he readied an arrow in his own bow. They stepped forward together firing at anything that moved in the acrid miasma ahead.
Beetle after beetle went down as the valiant if foolhardy pair pushed forward, nauseated by the foul odors, scorched by the hot blasts and pelted by the bombadiers. "This way," he shouted, feeling giddy as some evil infection weakened him. . "No this way! replied Roka. "But I think I see a body over there," cried Slaphead. As they hesitated, the swarms closed in and overwhelmed them. Spap was the first to hit the dirt, his last utterance was "Bugger!" followed by the realisation of how much he hated the way their little legs waved as the beetles died on their backs. As the fog closed in, he heard Roka cry "feces!" followed by a heavy thud on the ground. "Slappy?" he heard Roka say though his pain. "Pray! Pray to Solar! Now!"
Focus, he told himself. Use your cleric training. But even as he lay at death's door, Slaphead could not stop thoughts of the pies he might never taste again mingling with a memory of the beautiful celestial being who had rescued them before. He focused on the vision and it became clearer. He could hear Roka mumbling nearby. Gently at first, then gathering intensity, the ground shook. Even the beetles standing over their prone bodies had trouble staying on their legs. A blazing white light filled the tunnels around them and, by turning his head Slap could see its source ... a winged form ... but it was too bright to look at directly. The luminous being smote the beetles with his white-hot sword and the blasts from its powerful wings destroyed many others. An elemental of some sort swept through the tunnels drawing and killing the remaining infestation.
Suddenly calm reigned. The intensity of the light became - somehow - clearer allowing the stricken friends to see the magnificent form hovering in mid air. "Arise!" a voice seemed to say in their minds as a healing wave of warmth spread through their cooling bodies. It was hard to look directly at the figure of Solar and as they got to their feet, a feeling of awe struck them dumb." "Thanks," Slaphead mumbled lamely.
Gratitude overwhelmed them next. Roka chanted his praise to Solar and Slap fell to his knees in worship. It seemed the only sensible thing to do. "You two must learn to be more careful," admonished the Solar in a voice that was still and calm yet full of power. "Command me, Solar, and I will do it!" cried Roka. The Solar smiled. "The time will come when I will call your names," said the Solar. Slap was wondering how he heard the voice both with his ears and inside his mind at the same time. He looked up as the shining being seemed to fade into a distance that was not of our space. "You must be ready!"
For a moment (that seemed like a long time) Roka and Slaphead stood facing each other, gathering strength and simply stunned by their close encounter with a divine being from some unknown plane. Suddenly, their predicament dawned on them and they ran to the cavemouth. Roka made a campfire and their rested in silence, each lost in their thoughts. Sad to say, Slaphead's were mainly about food. He stood and readied himself at the cave. "Wait!" shouted Roka. "I'm ready," said Slap with steely resolve. "No you idiot!" said Roka pointing, "Put your damned armor on. You're naked!" Slap looked down. He could not see far beyond the curved horizon of his rotund belly. "Blast!" The friends quickly decamped and this time cloaking themselves with invisibility, they rushed in once more.
The beetles were back but paying them no heed. Soon they found the body of Bob, the lady's husband. He had been partly devoured by the insects who had doubtless laid eggs in his corpse too. They could not take him back like that. Searching the rest of the cave they found another body and on it a letter from Bob to his wife. "We must take this to Rita," said Slaphead somberly. As he started to move his invisibility wore off with a cheery glow. "Oh feces!" he cried. "Run!" Roka yelled at him.
Puffing as he ran - and not for the first time regretting his fondness for tasty things - Slap ran down the tunnels with beetles nipping at his heels. Thanks heavens he was only slightly faster then them, he thought. Hey, I might live to eat again! Cheered, he ignored the nauseous clouds and fiery blasts that waylaid him and finally made the exit. Roka, still invisible, was close behind. Together they fought those beetles that followed them out and at last, they stood alone, panting. "Phew!" laughed Roka.
Telling Rita the bad news was harder than they thought. It was a sombre pair that parted company shortly after. Roka went off, wondering how he'd explain this to his father. Turning to face the city gates, Slaphead's brightened - "Ready or not Miggsy, here I come."
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Re: The Further Adventures of Slappy and Roka
Posted: 04 Jul 2003 11:32 AM |
Well.........This is what happend............. I was cutting oak in Paws just like you asked me to father.
Then Slappy said he HAD to go into the cave and look for I man named Bert. I said; "Slappy, we really shouldn't go in there! Besides, I have to make these bows for my dad." He said that he REALLY had to go. You know how dangerous that place can be father! I JUST couldn't let he go in there by himself!
So we went in. Father, you should see how well those bows you designed worked! Arrows and bolts where flying everywhere! We dropped so many beatles we had to climb over them to shoot more. Slappy wanted to go to the back of the cave and I wanted to go to the right and we got split up. The next thing I heard was "Oh noooooooo"! I ran toward the cry, and found Slappy surrounded by beatles. One came from behind and bit me. Both Slappy and I lay on the ground with our lives slipping from our bodies. Then I remember what you taught me father (you are sooo wise); that when trouble arises, to call upon the great spirit Solar.
We did and he came to our rescue! You should have seen his magnificence!! No father, we didn't abuse his power we just got a little stuck.
I know I was supposed to be cutting wood, but..... but........
Yes father I will spend more time at our work. Geeeze! Ok! Ok!
Oh, by the way, can you make Slappy a new mahogany cross bow? We will keep out of trouble I promess!
Thanx dad! You and Solar are the greatest! |
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