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| 1. | Waking Moments - The Players Perspective
Posted by Sky Raptor on 7/17/2008 8:13:32 AM
One by one the stars wink out.
She slows to a stop, listening alertly to the rustle of the leaves as the wind breathes upon them. The ancient trees dance and sway and twist, contorting into gnarled shapes—like the werewolves of Mirghul, shedding their outer guises.
Darkness crawls across the sky and over the Mirghul forest. The light dies.
She sees the thing—whatever it is—drop out of a tree like a rotten fruit. Not through her eyes; they cannot see in ... |
| 2. | Re: Waking Moments - The Players Perspective
Posted by Sky Raptor on 7/26/2008 4:20:48 AM
It had been a long night and it was about to get longer.
The hag’s nightmarish illusions had begun to fade, signalling the approach of dawn here in the Midor Crypts. Thin strands of darkness untangled themselves from the western gate, losing cohesion as night inevitably gave way to day somewhere above on the surface world. The way out stood clear at last; and it was with a sense of relief that Lyn and the as-yet-unnamed Dwarven warrior woman stepped towards the gate, glad that the ... |
| 3. | Re: Fall into Darkness
Posted by Sky Raptor on 1/20/2007 9:47:31 PM
Marcelle had lost track of how many dozens of maps, diagrams and reports she'd sent off to Command in the past few weeks. Ever since Trent Kelten and Madeline Sanner had been promoted to Major, they'd made progress in leaps and bounds, coming close to improving their situation from a struggle for survival to becoming self-sufficient.
It was not to be.
She'd sent the latest reports to Command via the River and Circus communication towers, had prompted the right ones to ... |
| 4. | Hiding in Plain Sight
Posted by Sky Raptor on 1/25/2007 11:19:02 AM
Her usual patrol route altered. At the tunnels near Naillamne, she erects signs. In the Wastelands, she marks a safe route around the mines and traps. Skirting The Great Plains, she scopes the growing detachment and relays messages to the various stations in the area.
Then a complete break from the routine.
The trip to the north is productive, the one back south less so.
Foolishness, charging in to Paws. A harsh and humbling reminder that to disobey orders is to ... |
| 5. | Shadow Dancing
Posted by Sky Raptor on 10/22/2006 6:22:42 AM
Some days later, after Dryad had recovered, the debrief took place. Doberman's decision was not surprising: Onyx Stockade, code-named Jet, was declared too dangerous for habitation.
The four of them were present for the debrief, as were two other Midorans. The greying man with the alert gaze, Dryad recognised as Wolf. The tall, hooded woman was no one Dryad knew.
There was nothing notable covered in the debrief itself. Revenant left almost immediately to start work on the ... |
| 6. | Preparations
Posted by Sky Raptor on 11/4/2006 1:51:13 AM
They called the place Crag. It was uncomfortably close to Gnoll territory, and there had been incursions by the Gnolls in recent times. The weather was always miserable and the living conditions were appalling. Barring all that, it was defensible and conveniently situated; not an ideal place to live, but most definitely an ideal place for an outpost. Midor had thought so before they'd abandoned the place. It was why places like Crag were so ideal for their purposes: all the groundwork had ... |
| 7. | Onyx
Posted by Sky Raptor on 11/19/2006 9:06:19 AM
The term "panther" actually refers to any species of large cat, including lions, tigers, leopards and jaguars. Therefore "black panther" is the common name for any black specimen of several species of cats, such as leopards, jaguars, pumas, and even the magical crag cats and malar beasts. This black coloration is caused by a condition known as melanism—the opposite of albinism.
The most common type of black panther are melanistic leopards. A highly adaptable ... |
| 8. | The Patrol Route
Posted by Sky Raptor on 12/1/2006 11:06:20 PM
Checkpoint 1:
She awakens before dawn, or thinks she does. It's hard to tell. The watermill's windows are small and let in very little light, and the sky outside is perpetually gloomy. De La Rosa is already up and bustling around; without a word, Marcelle joins in the tidying up.
Typically, an hour after getting up, she steps outside and begins the first leg.
Checkpoint 2:
Midor Burial Grounds.
It's disgraceful that the burial ... |
| 9. | The Trail
Posted by Sky Raptor on 12/16/2006 7:54:27 AM
"What's this?"
Marcelle leans forward and peers at the glittering mushrooms nestled amidst a vase of angel's breath. They are unlike anything she's ever seen, high-domed caps atop long stems, with a sheen akin to mica rather than a bright glow like most luminescent forms of fungi. The dim firelight makes them twinkle like stars in the darkness of the watermill.
"Those are virvatuli mushrooms," De La Rosa replies, setting a steaming pot down on the ... |
| 10. | Fear
Posted by Sky Raptor on 1/7/2007 1:56:40 PM
Gliding like a wraith along the dim and flickering walls of the crypt, the shadow slides, dances...
...skates as if on ice, trade the white snow for black shadows, and leap, twirl, one, two, three...
...and light explodes, the first blade tracing a fiery arc through the air and slicing clean through the coccoon of shadow, the second following behind, glowing gold-white with divine fire...
One
Two
Three
They fall.
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| 11. | Re: The Red March and a Time for War
Posted by Sky Raptor on 2/5/2007 4:04:31 PM
Either she was a poor scout, or there truly was no overland route remaining to the western lands save for the hazardous Divider Chain now that the Midoran forces had planted a stockade in The Great Plains. After a fifth prowl of Icy Vale's surrounds, it was time to call it a day. Lyn ascended the southern slope of Whipsnade Pass, trekking all the way to Kobold territory with only a brief stop to deliver a report to Onyx.
The talk with Aurelya, priestess of Helkris, had been only ... |
| 12. | Re: Between Shadow and Light
Posted by Sky Raptor on 1/31/2007 3:20:03 AM
She
is a thing of rot and shadow, fey turned monster, hair straggly and skin grey and blotched with bruises and patterned with sickly veins like a zombie, and her voice is no longer dulcet, it is a snake's hiss, it is The Void's hiss, and her eyes are blank and full of nothing...
The Cursed Dryad lurches out of the shadows, wrapping her long, clawed fingers around Ennerson's face. His surprised gasp becomes a muffled yelp of pain as blunt, rotten teeth dig into his neck. ... |
| 13. | Re: Between Shadow and Light
Posted by Sky Raptor on 11/4/2006 2:46:28 AM
Zacch:
The residents of Paws know the name well. For decades he has terrorised their small country town. Every now and then, someone will vanish into the cursed woods, never to be heard from again. Every now and then, an adventurer will boast that they have slain him once and for all.
Yet always he returns.
He is a petty and malicious man, vampiric in nature if not in fact. Pain and fear and blood are his hallmarks. His abominations litter the surrounds of Paws, ... |
| 14. | Between Shadow and Light
Posted by Sky Raptor on 10/22/2006 9:18:35 AM
2nd Tetradi of Myridarre, 1001
Beneath the gentle light of a smiling moon, the quiet town of Paws sleeps. In the coolness of the crescindille night, nothing stirs. The dusty, ill-kept roads are empty: this is before the massacre necessitates the need for patrols of red knights. This is before The Hunter's baleful attention descends upon the helpless farmlands. This is before the storm clouds arrive, never to leave again. This is a time when Paws still has a sun by day, still has the ... |
| 15. | Re: Between Shadow and Light
Posted by Sky Raptor on 10/28/2006 1:53:46 PM
Four days prior, Kusin's cart rolls into Paws with five passengers aboard. In five months he will be indiscriminately slaughtered along with the remainder of the adult population of Paws. In five months he will be rescued as quietly and discreetly as he was killed, never to return again to the place he has called home for nigh on three hundred years. The Midor/Paws trail which he blazed, the route he so dutifully adhered to for a century and claimed as his own, will be abandoned. One hundred ... |
| 16. | Re: Am Og! *thumps chest*
Posted by Sky Raptor on 9/19/2006 1:14:32 AM
((Best paladin I ever saw! Charges fearlessly into danger and single-mindedly refuses to be sidetracked from the task at hand by evil talking skulls!)) |
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