A darkness has decended onto the town of Mordayum, the town elder has sent a call out for heroes to help..... Are they prepared?
Jason
Sorina
Philip
John
Richard
This will be a weekly blog of the antics of this group of 4th edition Adventurers...
Aeilbeth Fereyn
"Spilt blood will follow you, wherever you will go."
Albertus Malthar
"The last person that underestimated me was sitting on a lilypad eating flies shortly after"
Tanyth!
Hell hath no fury like a tiefling scorned
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| Dungeons & Dragons 4th Edition |
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| Pics 24/07/2008 |
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| Thursday 31/07/2008 |
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Ulalume wiggles her lithe, round bum in tight-fitting leather armour, concealed by a heavy dark cloak. She is a member of an "organisation" and her alias is Hannah Jones. Her nicknames include: "20 Daggers", "The Doorstep Murderer", "Two-Boot Assassin". She chews on cinnamon sticks.
Gnarhan advances along the cobbled street; glaive strapped across his back; scale mail armour making slight jingling sounds. He heads toward the nearest inn of this new town he has come across on his travels. He ignores the humans giving him sidelong glances; he is Dragonborn and proud of it.
Aeilbeth walks through the lacklustre lit street, hand unconsciously dancing over her dagger concealed under her leather sleeve. She is all too aware that the shadows creeping towards her could conceal any number of vagrants. If any want to get the drop on her, at least they won't be aware of all her weapons.
She hears scurrying behind her. In one movement she pirouettes, draws her short sword from her left side and shrugs her long bow from her right shoulder to the floor.
She spots a young boy in rags sitting in a corner, staring through her with pained eyes that tell of years of hardship
She quizzingly looks behind his right ear as she sheathes her sword then reaches behind it with her open hand.
The boy flinches as she plucks a gold piece from behind his ear, and then presses it into his hand. He beams and scurries away.
sometimes the greatest consequences come from the smallest acts
She smiles as she remembers why Master Nathan, and many after, used to call her "Lady Legerdemain" among many other things.
The hunched and hooded figure of Albertus Malthar slowly ambled toward the market square, burdened under a huge rucksack and leaning heavily on a gnarled wooden staff.
Finding a quiet corner the figure releases the straps of his heavy baggage and allows it to drop to the ground breathing a sigh of relief and straigtening with a creak.
Removing his hooded cloak revealed an old man in simple travelling clothes, tall yet rotund, his heavily lined face dominated by a long and unkempt grey beard that reached his great round belly, his eyes shone with curiosity and benevolent wisdom.
"Lets hope the people of this township are more enlightened than those of Oakhaven" he mumbled seemingly to himself, "I am sure there must be someone here who requires the services of a wizard".
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