Totally understand, Aubs! I struggle sometimes to run 2 campaigns, much less 5! It was a fun campaign, and I enjoyed playing my sun-addled dwarf again. Thanks for having me along!
For everyone, it was a pleasure. Happy hunting in your other games!
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City of Death:
Morthak grits his teeth, restraining his impatience to attack his focus foes immediately.
Morthak isn't the most subtle, but we could take a page from Conan the Barbarian. Sneak in and rescue the princess (prisoners), then retreat and make an epic stand among the ruins... maybe with the spirits on our side, inspired by our heroism!! Actually, because its Dark Sun, more likely that the Dragon would happen to roll through and life drain us all. Ah well...
Morthak scrambles up the rough wall quickly. Once up top, he carefully peers over the edge, making an effort to remain out of sight.
Morthak turns to Cahel. "Can you turn into something smaller, more... mundane, to scout ahead without being noticed?"
"Wait for night or do we go now?" Morthak asks, hefting his warhammer.
"I'm not from any city, and you're still an idiot," Morthak grumbles.
"Close some distance towards the camp, and then wait for darkness? Probably wise if we avoid line of sight from that tower, in case they have lookouts up there."
Morthak grunts and nods.
"Any further delay and distraction is a risk. We will have plenty of time to explore after the raiders are destroyed."
"If we don't find a vantage soon, this place won't be worth the trouble," Morthak grumbles.
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Morthak growls in pain, feeling the blade cut deep. But his mind snaps to reality a moment after. He swings his warhammer reactively, but the phantasm is already gone. He clutches his stomach, still feeling the wound, and is surprised when his hand comes away red with blood. He shakes his head, looking around to see how the others fare.
Morthak stands frozen, perplexed. "I hear... music."
Morthak examines the wall closely.
Hope all is well, DW... You will be missed!
"That was the plan..." Morthak grunts, agreeing with Danet.
"The farther we climb, the farther we will have to descend to get back to the streets," Morthak shrugs.
After the vision fades, Morthak pauses a moment in shocked silence, then shakes his head and grumbles. "We're wasting time, and all the shouting will just invite more trouble to us. We need to keep to our mission."
Morthak steps forward, cautiously examining the massive table.
Morthak tries to hush the screaming, still not understanding the situation. He looks at Jareen sharply, "What are you babbling about?"
"This whole side trek will be for naught if they hear us," Morthak warns in a hoarse whisper. He concentrates for a moment -- there is a whiff of reptilian odor as the dwarf's skin hardens.
Morthak nods as Djal chooses the correct direction.
Morthak smiles.
"Both of them... at the same time?" Morthak replies, skeptically. He spends a minute listening intently.
Morthak grunts, "He did say this place was haunted." He does not appear overly perturbed by the thought.
Morthak appraises Djal skeptically, shaking his head slowly.
Relying on his darkvision, Morthak moves ahead with Djal.
Morthak examines the warriors with interest.
"Just as we can sort out motivations after the deed is done."
Morthak smiles, but there is no humor in it. "When the raiders go to raze your village in a couple days because their people haven't come back, we will follow them." "We don't need you. You need us to keep your loved ones alive. Think on that while you lead us... silently."
"I don't care what you want. Shut up, or I will shut you up..." Should have gagged him from the start.
"Shut up. Your inane banter will only draw predators."
Morthak frowns at the villager's "enthusiasm", but cannot feel any remorse for the dead raider. With a grunt, he moves off with the others, always careful to keep Danet in sight.
Morthak will take a watch, if required, then rest to recover his psionic power.
"You're like a child, flailing around an uncaring world that you don't even understand. Your own ignorance will be the doom of you and those you pretend to care for." Morthak shakes his head in disappointment. He replies to Danet with uncomfortably intensity. "No, my loved ones are long since dead, and I will see their murders avenged, whatever it takes. I care not if your wife or friends should meet the same fate, so consider it a kindness that we try to protect their lives at all."
"The betrayer does not earn my trust because he got caught and feels bad about it. If we must take him, can we gag him at least?"
Morthak approaches the traitor, warhammer in hand. "You want to do this the hard way or the easy way?"
"He will not be ignored."
Morthak fidgets with his goggles, angling against the sun's glare. He nods grimly, pointing at something moving amid the black sand dunes. "That may be our quarry."
Morthak grabs one of the bandit's packs of rations and water and heads out behind Cahel. |