Intro thread for the new guys...DM Heathy's Carrion Crown

[dungeonmaster heathy]

Ragnvaldr:

Spoiler:

"I.....puzzle through the visions.

I can't say exactly, only......something more insipid is going on besides a marauding beast. I have visions.......visions of the Whispering Tyrant himself. I don't know if they are literal or symbolic. A thousand cloaked whisperers, across Ustalav, and the Tyrant coalescing, given form from their thousand murmurings like murky smoke from their mouths on a cold, wet winter morning. Coalescing,.....into evil given a body.

What does......the Whispering Tyrant mean or symbolize in the secret language of dreams?......

I don't believe there are more Beasts there in Lepidstadt, but I can't be certain. There is something going on there, though. So, maybe there are more beasts; only of a different creed?......

Again, I must trust in fate. Fate will deign what is left for you to do.
I've conversed with many of your Ulfen tribe over the years. I found kinship with them, if only in their resolute acceptance of fate.

It seems that perhaps their scions have forgotten something of the old ways as well? Meh, time will tell.

[dungeonmaster heathy]

Liek:

Spoiler:

You're able to heal up, laid up in a stand of trees for a few.

meh,.....max hp's, don't worry about it too much.....

some pixies give you some magic berries for some reason maybe....

you continue following the pull of the antennaring, and hit moors, and then marshlands. At noon, you see a wolf, further off, on a raised hill of earthen rampart and megalithic stone.

Big wolf. Tall as you, any way, at the shoulder.

He sees you, but seems nonchalant about the whole thing.

[Ragnvaldr the Grey]

GM:

"Wherever this darkness lies, I will find it. If I am fated to die, then I will join our Mistress at the Boneyard. If not, then the Tyrant and his minions will find their way to the afterlife and plague the living no longer. I shall set out with the caravan tomorrow morning. I will return when my work is done," the Ulfen bows again, taking a step back before leaving the elder's chamber.

[dungeonmaster heathy]

Ragnvaldr:

Spoiler:

You're a caravan of one.

"Pharasma bless you then, my son."

[Ragnvaldr the Grey]

GM:

With little need for sentiment or long goodbyes to the others, Ragnvaldr collects his equipment with grim efficiency and procures a horse (I can deduct the gold from my sheet if you want for it) before setting off towards Lepidstadt.

[dungeonmaster heathy]

Ragnvaldr:

Spoiler:

it's cool.

Briefly,......you ride all day. At twilight, whilst you're crossing the moors just north of Lepidstadt,.....

you see up ahead a group of four people.

They're humans or.......mostly anyway.

They pull a fifth in a makeshift litter.

You ride up at about 100 feet north of their position.

Up about 50 feet or so from them, there's a ginormous wolf.

It sounds like it's conversing with them, but you can't make it out entirely.

[dungeonmaster heathy]

Liek:

Spoiler:

one wolf becomes many.

They spend the day toying with you, running you forward.

They're playing cat and mouse with you.........

finally, up ahead, you see a road through the trees. There's a group of people there, pulling something, a makeshift litter.

[Ragnvaldr the Grey]

GM:

The ranger slows his horse to a gentle trot, hoping not to frighten the beast and put the others in danger. Quietly, he draws his axe and holds it low below the saddle line. He approaches the people bearing the litter with caution, but stands ready in case the beast is hostile.

[dungeonmaster heathy]

Liek:

Spoiler:

The wolf becomes wolves. They chase you toy with you cat and mouse you all day. At dusk, you're running towards a road with five wolves behind you. There's a group of 4 people up ahead, you see them between the treestands. They pull a litter of sorts, with a fifth person in tow.

Rags; Liek:

welcome to the game thread proper. post at will.