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September 2017 Game History
By: iikepie13 Date: October 25, 2017, 6:02 am
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*Because of the Town Crier going missing during this month
players were encouraged write a history from their point of
view. These two were all I found.*
Growl:
Thoughts of an Ursa.
Growl sat quietly atop a small hill overlooking the farmlands.
People had become accustom to his coming and going in this area…
And now they deferred to him with alacrity… or Some did. He did
not care much either way. A common man had little care what
nobles did… and he still Viewed himself as common… Even if he
was an Ursa. He rotated his shoulder. It was a ‘new’ body.
Supposedly healed from the short rude people. However he did not
quite feel at home in his own skin yet. He realized it was most
likely all in his head.
Growl sat, opening the bundle beside him. Taking a deep breath.
The farm wife had made him dinner. A MEAT pie… very few dirt
grubbing veggies. But MEAT.. and gravy.. in pie form. With…
*SNIFF.. SNIFF* Yep.. a honey glaze. His mouth watered just
thinking about it.. but he knew better than to eat it just yet..
lest he burn his tongue and miss the flavors.
The weekend had not gone… Overly well. He had stayed Friday at
the farm, getting up early as the farmers tended to and heading
into town… To find the gate unguarded, and everyone screaming
about the Temple. He ran in.. to see a mass of people… and
several armed people he did not know by the Rez stone, setting
something that could not be good there. He pushed forward,
people where talking.. Why.. did humans always insist on
talking… and letting those talk whom clearly intended you harm?
Growl had pushed forward… to find.. That damned stinky dwarf
right in his way… Holding a line…
Now, holding a line is a good thing.. Except when you need to
push forward and conquer an objective. The rez stone exploded,
killing several of the people in the room.. (sadly, not the
dwarf.) Then combat began. The dwarf stood his ground
admirably.. Until Growl shoved him into the room to make a hole
for a counter attack… He shoved the dwarf right, Growl went
straight into the room pissed off about the Rez stone, pissed
off that people were STILL trying to talk to a rattler poised to
strike instead of just killing it. Growl had surged forward,
breaking the lines of his opposition. He lost track of time
then, lost in the battle. He had no clue whom came in with him,
If anyone did or they just stood back. Finally when the ‘smoke
cleared’ all known enemies were down… then he saw the dwarf..
who smirked…. SMIRKED at the destruction of the rez stone. Growl
recalled seeing the dwarf face down in the fight… Someone had
brought him back.. Growl charged.
“OH SHIT!” someone had said. The blonde human with black armor.
Growl had heard the Otter Changeling and felt her strikes… He
batted a spell from the dwarf aside, The spell fueling his anger
more… then Struck.. and struck.. until the dwarf fell. He then
turned to the otter and the blond man.
“I am in control now.” Growl had said… then realized.. he was
speaking Uroc to them.. and they merely heard growls. “Im good.”
He said in Rotosson… then walked away.
He had searched the bodies, and the remains, removing a small
glowing chunk of rez stone… The weapons he took to the farm.
Giving them to the farmer and the field hand…. Something bad was
coming. An attack. Someone wanted to limit the ability for
Resurrection. In hind sight, Growl wished he had noticed this.
He expected something to happen at night. Giving him time to
prepare. He set off on an adventure with a Female Archer, Male
paladin, Onyx, The large man who carried dead body parts, and
the dwarf… whom growl was glad to see… if only so he could watch
him fall again.
The adventure was comical. The humans, asked him to find someone
in the forest… Providing no details… No further information.
“just find someone.” So Growl had set off… looking for someone…
He had picked up a humans scent and followed it. Leading the
party to some Book reader. The reader had let something bad into
the realm. Growl had wanted to throw the reader into the realm
he wanted to study… but was outvoted.
The party proceeded to the REAL goal… a Druid thing. Growl had
no idea what the group was talking about. The druid woman had
food.. and SHARED. She was a good human… druid.. whatever.
The party set out to hunt skeletons.. and a Lich. Undead. Not a
vampire. Just undead. Fine.
Dezaleel:
Last thoughts of Dezaleel
Well shit. Things have not gone according to plan. Maybe I was
in over my head from the start, but hey gotta give a cat credit
for ambition right? Though looking at the faces of those that
have visited my cell I'm getting the feeling that they did not
appreciate it very much.
"It's time for your execution." the guard grunts as he yanks me
out of my cell and walks me to where my life will come to an
end. Man, today was going pretty good too. Once I heard that the
Rez Stone had been blown up I figured today would be the perfect
time to finally betray the town. If I was lucky I could kill
someone off out of sight in the forest and they couldn't come
back to warn the town. All I needed now was an opportunity. I
decided to party up with some of the newer people to show up in
town. We killed some lunatics who were taking the ears of elves
and faerie. After we returned I simply waited for a good
opportunity in the tavern. Unfortunately, the vampires of the
northern barony had the same idea. Before I knew it the moon
blocked out the sun and a horde of vampires and thralls
descended upon the town. We tried to put up a good fight but
there were too many. I was put to sleep by one of their vampiric
powers and when I woke up I had been resurrected in the middle
of a dwarves stronghold. I guess there was another Rez Stone.
Not what I had hoped for earlier but I wasn't complaining at
that moment. Apparently those that managed to run away had also
wound up there. After a little talking they were more than happy
to take us out of their home. When we got back another group had
already cleared out the thralls. So at least we got our stuff
back. "We're here" the guard growls as he hurls me in front of a
crowd of familiar faces. As I look around I see many faces of
those that not a day ago had trusted me enough to walk among
them now looking down upon me with disgust. Not really too
surprised I did kill several of their friends after all.
The executioner starts rambling off the crimes that I have been
found guilty of, but I'm not listening. Why would I. I know I'm
guilty, and that this is the end off the line for me. Now where
was I. Ah yes, we went to kill what I believe was the baron of
the northern barony. Man was he a bitch to kill, but after more
than our fair share of running we manage to catch him with some
help of the satir Connor and a masked fellow. As it turns out
the masked fellow happened to be the old baron that we thought
had died. And then was the fateful mistake. A farmer asked for
some help checking out a disturbance that he had sensed in the
forest. Then my luck took a turn for the better. The disturbance
was a hideout for the Cult of Necrom, and standing out front was
a very intimidating skeleton. Things were looking better and
better. I get the Skelton to let me in hoping to find other
members of my cult, but there was nothing in the cave. As I left
the cave I knew that this was the time to act. Once the rest of
the group was focused on the skeleton I attacked. I killed the
first two and disabled two more leaving only the farmer viewing
him as the weakest threat. I was left useless after catching a
venom at the end, but other than that everything was finally
looking good when suddenly the farmer destroys the Skelton and
holds me down until reinforcements arrive to take me to jail.
Yep, I take down 4 veteran adventurers, but am taken down by a
simple farmer. Honestly my money was on the bird, but I guess
this is why they say pride cometh before the fall. Now as I
kneel down waiting for the execution to take my head I can only
hope my actions have brought pleasure to my lord Necrom. With
that last thought the blade severs Dezaleel's head killing him
instantly and his soul is anchored to his sword. Such is the
fate to those who are caught betraying the town.
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