Heathy's Isle of Dread Thread

Game Master Heathansson


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I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

oh and I'm just throwing a lot of stuff out there; if you see something you wanna flesh out more *sic* go ahead; I'm bouncing around like Pulp Fiction right now.


Male Human Wizard 17 (Conjuration specialist)
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

Leaving the Witchwarden's tower,.....

you see a wagon in the courtyard; two jovial roustabouts, a half orc and a dwarf, are unloading a heavy crate.
A short, pudgy, older man is overseeing them. He has his back to you all; yet something about his voice seems....

Altai; Riese; make a wil save.
It isn't combat, though it is a magickal effect.

Will save 3+8=11.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!
Altai Iscarni wrote:
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

Leaving the Witchwarden's tower,.....

you see a wagon in the courtyard; two jovial roustabouts, a half orc and a dwarf, are unloading a heavy crate.
A short, pudgy, older man is overseeing them. He has his back to you all; yet something about his voice seems....

Altai; Riese; make a wil save.
It isn't combat, though it is a magickal effect.

Will save 3+8=11.

You sense...a certain deja vu about this man. He seems familiar to you.

Riese can try too.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

He turns; (I guess Riese isn't out the door yet)
and sees you exiting.

"Altai? Altai.....Iscarni? Is that you?"
you see his face is three-quarters covered with a porcelain mask. He looks to have been burned; his hands have 5 fingers among the two of them. His forearms are swaddled in silken wrappings.
The piercing grey eyes of this man seem somehow familiar.
"It is....I'd recognize you anywhere."


Male Wild Elf Druid 16 (Shifter version, PHBII)

Elgan, who has remained (blessedly) silent and observant for for longer than his usual wont, casts a wary eye upon the masked stranger. He raises an eyebrow and looks pointedly from the stranger to Altai.

"Frend o' yourn chere'?" He asks, clearly unsure if he should be alarmed and on guard, or relieved to find an old friend in this new place.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

good...then my evil dm plan to f@#% with your mind worked. mwahahahaha!


Male Human Rogue 14

Beldan smiles at the princess, which probably doesn’t help his appeal a whole lot, crooked teeth and all…

The hears Alai’s name, and notices the masked man. “Whoa. Friend of yours Altai?” he mutters.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

She lingers for a few seconds and then walks on, to the right of the exit from the courtyard.


Barbarian (berserker) 3; Init +1; AC18; Hp 36/41; Saves Str +5, Con +7; Passive Perception 9

Oso starts to follow like a puppy dog.."sweet piece of silk" he murmurs to Beldan.

Funeral for friend today, will hopefully post this evening when things calm down.


Male Human Wizard 17 (Conjuration specialist)
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

He turns and sees you exiting.

"Altai? Altai.....Iscarni? Is that you?"
you see his face is three-quarters covered with a porcelain mask. He looks to have been burned; his hands have 5 fingers among the two of them. His forearms are swaddled in silken wrappings.
The piercing grey eyes of this man seem somehow familiar.
"It is....I'd recognize you anywhere."

"That... That's me." Altai gives the masked fellow an inquisitive glance, but fails to identify the wearer. "You know my name, but you have me at a loss. Who might you be, hiding behind that mask?"


Male Human Rogue 14
Oso Legumbe wrote:

Oso starts to follow like a puppy dog.."sweet piece of silk" he murmurs to Beldan.

Funeral for friend today, will hopefully post this evening when things calm down.

Sad to hear, hope things go well at the funeral.

"The lady inside is not bad too," quips Beldan, falling in beside Oso. "Hey, you're a priest right? Can you ... you know ...? Don't you take some vow? Or is that just paladins?"


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!
Altai Iscarni wrote:
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

He turns and sees you exiting.

"Altai? Altai.....Iscarni? Is that you?"
you see his face is three-quarters covered with a porcelain mask. He looks to have been burned; his hands have 5 fingers among the two of them. His forearms are swaddled in silken wrappings.
The piercing grey eyes of this man seem somehow familiar.
"It is....I'd recognize you anywhere."

"That... That's me." Altai gives the masked fellow an inquisitive glance, but fails to identify the wearer. "You know my name, but you have me at a loss. Who might you be, hiding behind that mask?"

"You don't remember me? I'm Professor Krexin..." then he taps the mask with one gnarled, burnscarred finger.

"heh heh....no I don't suppose you do. Not with this....don't go around messing with the Far Realm lad....it's me, Worvul Krexin."
you don't remember him.

Liberty's Edge

Manwolf Werewoof testing upper middle class twit 5
Oso Legumbe wrote:

Oso starts to follow like a puppy dog.."sweet piece of silk" he murmurs to Beldan.

Funeral for friend today, will hopefully post this evening when things calm down.

Yeah; sorry for your loss.


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Krexin continues;
"Or.....paugh! You'd've remembered me, Altai....you were always such a bright eyed young neophyte summoner. All the others.....wanted fireballs and lightning bolts, but you.....wanted bugs. I remember your doodles of wicked insects...." this snippet is true "always drawing hellish beetles.....wasps.....scorpions."
he looks thoughtful.
"This must be Sasserine's Unnaming Magic come back in some tiny form.
That's why you don't remember me, Altai!"
The halforc and dwarf rest from their labor; scratching their heads.

A trailing troupe of tiny ants carrying cuttings of leaves like so many green banners walk before you in the runnels of the cobbling of the courtyard.


Male Wild Elf Druid 16 (Shifter version, PHBII)

Elgan relaxes a little as the man rambles. He's not sure exactly what the man is talking about, but he follows enough of it to get the impression that masked man's not gonna start a brawl in the middle of the street. HE gives Altai a sidelong glance that asks if the guy is all there.

And sees Oso and company trailing a skirt out a door. He sniffs the air for a moment, and smirks at the perfume he picks up on.

"Dey's as bad as Gittik!" He murmurs.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

yeah; you guys are in the courtyard of Witchwarden Tower, the headquarters of the Mage's Guild; scrappin'd be like unto courtin' calamity.


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A female elf walks out of the tower; makes eye contact with Elgan.
She looks like the blonde by Parkinson for Everquest; she has a big white tiger and some wands.
She looks shocked; then....."another elf!"
strange indeed...this muttering; elves in the land of men aren't that untoward and occurrance.


Barbarian (berserker) 3; Init +1; AC18; Hp 36/41; Saves Str +5, Con +7; Passive Perception 9
Beldan Vale wrote:

Oso starts to follow like a puppy dog.."s......

...," quips Beldan, falling in beside Oso. "Hey, you're a priest right? Can you ... you know ...? Don't you take some vow? Or is that just paladins?"

Thanks. Just got back.

"Kelanen preaches that all his priests are swordsmen just like him. He chased them ladies good and them he caught got a taste or dat sword. It be my job to do the same, as well as I can."

Oso looks solemn and respectful of his faith, as he cleans any stray drops of sweat from his bald pate.

"But you is right, them paladins got a bad deal an' no denying that."


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The frumpy, dour lady-in-waiting cuts her eyes at the two randy rascals; scolding like a hen and ushering her young charge off down the lane.


Male Wild Elf Druid 16 (Shifter version, PHBII)
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

A female elf walks out of the tower; makes eye contact with Elgan.

She looks like the blonde by Parkinson for Everquest; she has a big white tiger and some wands.
She looks shocked; then....."another elf!"
strange indeed...this muttering; elves in the land of men aren't that untoward and occurrance.

Elgan raises an eyebrow himself, and self-consciously tucks a stray strand of hair back behind his ear. (Completely ignoring the others, and the odd stray twig and leaf.) He reaches up to pat Altai comfortingly on the shoulder, and strides slowly towards the elf-woman, unconsciously moving like a panther. He bows slightly as he nears her, never losing eye contact, and says in elvish,...

'Greetings lady. It is a joy to see another of the Fair Folk, especially one as fair as yourself. I am called Elgan-belonging-to-the-Darkwood in the rough tongue of these hairy ones. May I ask whom I have the pleasure of meeting?'


Male Human Rogue 14

“Whoa! Watch out for that one,” mutters Beldan, tugging at Oso’s sleeve and indicating the bull dog-like visage of the matron in waiting.

“Better get back … no good comes from chasing young ladies down dark laneways … mostly.”


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!
Elgan Dreadwood wrote:
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

A female elf walks out of the tower; makes eye contact with Elgan.

She looks like the blonde by Parkinson for Everquest; she has a big white tiger and some wands.
She looks shocked; then....."another elf!"
strange indeed...this muttering; elves in the land of men aren't that untoward and occurrance.

Elgan raises an eyebrow himself, and self-consciously tucks a stray strand of hair back behind his ear. (Completely ignoring the others, and the odd stray twig and leaf.) He reaches up to pat Altai comfortingly on the shoulder, and strides slowly towards the elf-woman, unconsciously moving like a panther. He bows slightly as he nears her, never losing eye contact, and says in elvish,...

'Greetings lady. It is a joy to see another of the Fair Folk, especially one as fair as yourself. I am called Elgan-belonging-to-the-Darkwood in the rough tongue of these hairy ones. May I ask whom I have the pleasure of meeting?'

"I am Tavvitha of Celene. Bright sun and sweet water to thee, brother.

This may sound strange, but....have you noticed anything strange of late? Here in Sasserine?" Concern furls the alabaster skin of her brow. "Elves have been disappearing, hereabouts. I don't know much more than that.
One of my friends...well, I think he is in the jungle, but....well, he's known to go off on his own.
If you see an elven archer named Diirsha, tell him he's a booger for worrying Tavvitha."


Bard 8/ Troubadour of Stars 9 Epic Shredder

Pip stays close to Oso, keeping an eye out for any hot halfling lasses


Male Wild Elf Druid 16 (Shifter version, PHBII)
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:


"I am Tavvitha of Celene. Bright sun and sweet water to thee, brother.
This may sound strange, but....have you noticed anything strange of late? Here in Sasserine?" Concern furls the alabaster skin of her brow. "Elves have been disappearing, hereabouts. I don't know much more than that.
One of my friends...well, I think he is in the jungle, but....well, he's known to go off on his own.
If you see an elven archer named Diirsha, tell him he's a booger for worrying Tavvitha."

"Bright sun and sweet water to thee sister." Elgan replies automatically to the almost forgotten greeting.

"I am sorry, but I have only just arrived in Sasserine, and have not been here long enough to know what is 'normal', much less strange. Although, with the company I have been keeping lately, It may be difficult to spot 'strange'." He adds with a quick grin and indicating his companions, trying to erase the line of worry on that splendid brow,...

"Elves, disappearing? That sounds ominous. Surely they simply grew tired of being confined in such a,... lifeless place, and moved on?" HE asks hopefully, but quickly erases that as a possibility upon looking at the lady's face again.

"I think we plan on being here for a few days, and I am certain that I will not be able to stand being inside these walls that entire time. I will be happy to look for your friend Diirsha while I am out. And if I see him I will gladly convey your message. Are you quite sure that 'Booger' is the correct pronoun you wish to have delivered?" He asks with a raised eyebrow and a merry grin on his face.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

She smiles;
"Yes.....Diirsha is a booger. It's the perfect word for him. He's either around here, or halfway to Perrenland; it's my private curse to worry on him so. Thankyou and good traveling to you......welcome to Sasserine, such as she is....."
she, too, heads out of the courtyard, her white tiger in tow.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!
Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe wrote:
Pip stays close to Oso, keeping an eye out for any hot halfling lasses

hurm.....I'll figure something out.


Male Human Wizard 17 (Conjuration specialist)
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

Krexin continues; he looks thoughtful.

"This must be Sasserine's Unnaming Magic come back in some tiny form.
That's why you don't remember me, Altai!"
The halforc and dwarf rest from their labor; scratching their heads.

A trailing troupe of tiny ants carrying cuttings of leaves like so many green banners walk before you in the runnels of the cobbling of the courtyard.

"Huh. Some sort of patradox-laden magical backlash? I wonder..." That is so ridiculous that it might actually be true. It bears later investigation, I guess. Altai scratches his beard, absentmindedly studying the ants marching past. "So, professor Krexin, what brought you to this fair city... from Kalstrand?"


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

"Welll......after my....." (he looks at his hands; burnt; scarred;) "unfortunate experience with the far realm,.....I could no longer cast with these fingers. I went on a long sabbatical. I journeyed from port to port; started dabbling here and there in speculative matters to stretch my funds.
It turned out I was rauther good at the merchant's gig. Eventually, I ended up here, and when Sasserine was rediscovered, after the troubles, I managed to acquire the capital to start a small exporting business. It's a great place for that sort of thing. And with the Vudrans now opening up channels back there, the sky's the limit.
(sorry Golarion; if you're not doing anything with Vudra, well I f$&~ing will...)
So, good my pupil? How has the world treated you? What brings you to Sasserine? Have you a ship? Have you a place at an inn? If not, I can definitely handle you. How many are you traveling with? Looks like you've quite the adventuring crewe together then. Oh, how smashing! I simply must hear about it all!"
He gets more excited as the conversation goes on.

again, still waiting for Riese's wil save.


Barbarian (berserker) 3; Init +1; AC18; Hp 36/41; Saves Str +5, Con +7; Passive Perception 9
Beldan Vale wrote:

“Whoa! Watch out for that one,” mutters Beldan, tugging at Oso’s sleeve and indicating the bull dog-like visage of the matron in waiting.

“Better get back … no good comes from chasing young ladies down dark laneways … mostly.”

"An' I was jess about to say I dont fancy yours much..okey-dokey Beldan maybe not that pair. This hunt needs a bit of finesse..and gold maybe. Who has the cash?"


Male Wild Elf Druid 16 (Shifter version, PHBII)
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:

She smiles;

"Yes.....Diirsha is a booger. It's the perfect word for him. He's either around here, or halfway to Perrenland; it's my private curse to worry on him so. Thank you and good traveling to you......welcome to Sasserine, such as she is....."

"Thank you may Lady, smooth trails and sunshine on your journeys as well." He replies with a smile and a nod.

DMH wrote:
she, too, heads out of the courtyard, her white tiger in tow.

Elgan smiles as she walks past, and continues to watch and smile as the elf and her tiger prowl from the courtyard.

"Nice tail. An' deh tigeh is a magnificent creatuh as well." He murmurs aloud as he watches the pair leave the courtyard. With raised eyebrows and a canary-ate-the cat grin he strolls back towards the others.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

A line of fluffy, low hanging grayish clouds runs in off the water like a mad lot of children chasing a Queen's English football and immediately the raining begins; a light drizzling, which ends after about fifteen minutes; the clouds rushing off south into the jungle to see what's there.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:
Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe wrote:
Pip stays close to Oso, keeping an eye out for any hot halfling lasses
hurm.....I'll figure something out.

as the conversation with the forgotten teacher proceeds;....

Pip ends up near the gate to the courtyard of the Witchwarden's Tower. The afternoon's umpteenth deluge ends. Sun steams sweat from the bodies of men and hobniz. And from the cobbles of the street, it rises up in a humid haze.
Around the corner can be heard a choppy clipclop accompanied by bawdy fluting; a white pony rounds the bend. On the pony is a small sized lady damasked in blue robes, hiding all but her eyes. About the pony dance several hobniz; they wear fuzzy satyr leggings with hooflike shoes; ramshorn headdresses and olive drab bodypaints complete the regalia of the three flautists capering about the clopping pony.

People stand and stare, or go about their business as usual in response to the saturnalia-in-miniature which pulls up in front of the watching Pip.

there we go.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

Riese is still inside the tower......apparently he got drawn into an argument in the entrance hall of the tower, along the lines of illusion school magic requiring a much higher i.q. than evocation.


Bard 8/ Troubadour of Stars 9 Epic Shredder
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:


there we go.

Funkay ..

Pip gives the damasked woman his most courtly bow

Diplomacy: 1d20+8=25

"Indeed this day has been made singular in my memory! For 'tis the first time mine eyes have seen a true celestial on Oerth."

Trying to figure out anything he knows, Pip racks his mind for clues about the mystery woman

K (hist)1d20+7=16, k (local) 1d20+5=17, K (Arcana) 1d20+12=20,Perform (Stringed inst.) 1d20+20=39 boo-YAH!

Divinely inspired, Pip begins to strum his guitar, the vibrating strings singing in the humid air like an angelic chorus

Fate's sails have blown me to your side
And wrecked me on your smile
I am adrift in your cool eyes
Your servant for the while


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

knowledge......arborean/court of stars/eladrin symbology.....the blue represents blue skies; the sky metamorphoses into night and the court of stars.
The piping stops; the lady speaks
"Greetings, and thankyou for your music, Pip; it is heard all the way to the Court of Stars. You are invited to the House of the Whirling Fury."
she hands you a badge; a symbol-a vortex of wind with two crossed blades.
"I think, or at least hope, you allready know this in your heart. Tonight, at sunset."


Male Human Paragon 3 /Evoker 6 (abjuration&enchantment barred) ---37,300XP

Life is kicking my ass right now, can someone play me as a ranged combatant, tossing fire as needed. Hopefully I can get a reprieve in a week or so.


Male Human Rogue 14
Oso Legumbe wrote:
Beldan Vale wrote:

“Whoa! Watch out for that one,” mutters Beldan, tugging at Oso’s sleeve and indicating the bull dog-like visage of the matron in waiting.

“Better get back … no good comes from chasing young ladies down dark laneways … mostly.”

"An' I was jess about to say I dont fancy yours much..okey-dokey Beldan maybe not that pair. This hunt needs a bit of finesse..and gold maybe. Who has the cash?"

"Yeah ... it doesn't count as cheating if you pay for it ... or if you're on another continent for that matter," says Beldan, apparently belatedly remembering that he has a girlfriend. He has the good grace to look embarrased.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

Nobody sees, except maybe a green macaw sitting in a mango tree....and if he told, well.....nobody'd know what he was talking about anyhow's.


Male Human Wizard 17 (Conjuration specialist)

"Ah, yes, professor - we're curently unemployed. Perhaps we'll stop by your emporium in a day or three." Altai writes down his contact information and tries to disentangle himself from the deformed freak. Something is not quite right here...


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

"Oh, do so, Altai. Where is your ship moored? You have a ship, don't you?"


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I guess somebody can roll a save for Riese. I did proffer it there; he's gone a week....


Male Human Rogue 14

Riese will save: 12+7 = 19


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Riese walks through the door;
"I say, are you (riese's daddy's name) Townser's kin by any chance? You're his spitting image. Except.....what is it now, 20 years younger?
Old business associate....annyhoo....
yes, you must come by you all; any time. My shop's near Arabani manor. We'll do something nice. I'd be interested in hiring you on perhaps. I can provide you free mooring for your ship, and lodging if you like."

He goes on about his business.

Riese doesn't recognize the man either.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

What now?


Male Wild Elf Druid 16 (Shifter version, PHBII)
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:
Nobody sees, except maybe a green macaw sitting in a mango tree....and if he told, well.....nobody'd know what he was talking about anyhow's.

Except the Druid. And he won't tell. As long as you pay of course,... ;)

Elgan walks over to Reise and Altai as the bug-loving mage disentangles himself from the deformed gentleman's grasp and waves goodbye.

"Say, he' s clingier dan'uh tanglevine, an' bout' as creepy. Whuz hiz story anyhoo?" Elgan asks the mage as they get out of earshot.

"Oh, an' ah knows how you luv figgerin' t'ings out. Ah gots sumthin' weerd fer yah. Deh loverly elf-lass wit' deh nice tail,... er,... tiger, says dat elves bin' vanish'n fer a bit here in town. Her frien's gone too. But he maght jes' be wanderin' in deh woods. Ah tols her ah'd keep an eye out fer 'im. But what d'ya make o' dat?"


Riese:
"And then this nitwit insisted that, due to the Eberoni fallacy,...illusory magic by it's very nature required a higher intelligence quotient to cast than evocation! The NERVE of some of you people!
I'm sorry, Elguapo; did you say something, dear one?"


Barbarian (berserker) 3; Init +1; AC18; Hp 36/41; Saves Str +5, Con +7; Passive Perception 9

Oso wanders back to the pack, but keeps one eye on Pip.

"We need a place to sleep? Somewhere with rum an' ale an' wemmin as a pirate seys. A place for Gittik to get all jiggly and Stig to get all squiffy."

"You wizards know a place like that?"


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A tribe of orphans appear around Oso.
Some are selling woven palm leaf sacks to carry purchases in for a copper.
The rest chant, "Meester. Meester. Want go to TEE TEE BAR? Meester. Meester! TEE TEE BAR!!!"

True story.


I AM THE LORD OF ALL HELLFIRE!!!!!

The mobbing urchins proffer handbills; made by rubbing coal on paper pressed to a woodblock; it says "Blue Goose," with an angry goose rampant on the paper, holding a lightningbolt in it's beak.


M Halfling Barbarian 10

"Oooo! Tittie bar! Where?"

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