- There's me, your lovable and hardworking Dungeon Master. I control the world and the monsters, and occasionally nudge people into quests and out of chaos.
- There's my brother, Alex. His PC (player character) is Tyranneus Ponymurder, a male Dragonborn wizard. He usually jumps into problems spellbook first, making quips all the way.
- There's my best friend, Stacey. Her PC is Annika Darkheart, a female Elf Paladin. She tends to stay in the background and forget how to use her many, many awesome powers.
- There's my other best friend, Calvin. His PC is Claw Thorn, a male Shifter Druid. He and my brother are constantly trying to slip fast ones by me.
- Lastly, we recently added a new member, Eric. His PC is Daniel Ti'Fiona, a male Shifter Cleric. He has only been part of our group for a few weeks but is disturbingly obsessed already.
We have been playing for a year already, but we just created new characters (in the same world, as the children of our first characters.). I'll fill you in as I fill in Eric. (Poor guy. I'm terrible at explaining things, and I always want to jump right into action. He probably has no idea what's going on.)
Anyways, we have been playing for a while already with these characters. We had arrived at our parent's home, Castle Skyrim (I'll tell you about how we got it later), when we discovered that no one was there. A large, dark building perched atop a floating chunk of rock was tethered to our castle by giant black chains. We wandered, tense, through the darkened and empty castle until we decided to climb to the chunk. Atop that chunk, an equally empty, but terrifyingly used, building awaited us. We wandered until a formless voice told us to meet her in the forest below.
She introduced herself as Melancholy ("Yes, I'm a shadow named Melancholy, but that doesn't mean I can't be a cheerful person!"), a half-orc who was part of the band of people who parked their floating home to our house and turned everyone to shadows. She then explained that their band was a group who had long ago angered a former member of the Legion of Evil named Derrick. (Oh, when I get around to explaining the Evil Legion of Evil, THAT will be a long post. Just to get you started they are an evil organization that our current character's parents were part of.)
Derrick had cursed them to become formless, only casting a shadow to mark their existence. The desperate band of half-orcs gathered together all of their magic, and caused their main barracks to float away to safety. That was a long time ago. Now, this band floats about and sucks the magic and life out of an area to power the floating spell. Skyrim was their newest target.Melancholy told us that the only way to break the spell was to destroy the original parchment the curse was written on. Derrick, now an old man living in Lightfall, still has it.
We at once set off to Lightfall. Lightfall was a clean town, with many houses made of stone. We quickly assaulted a civilian to find the location of Derrick. Merrily, we continued until we arrived at his house. Claw turned into a raven and flew up through his open window, quickly finding a sealed metal box. His unstealthy searching quickly alerted the sleeping old man of his presence. For some reason, he tossed the man and the box out the window.
She introduced herself as Melancholy ("Yes, I'm a shadow named Melancholy, but that doesn't mean I can't be a cheerful person!"), a half-orc who was part of the band of people who parked their floating home to our house and turned everyone to shadows. She then explained that their band was a group who had long ago angered a former member of the Legion of Evil named Derrick. (Oh, when I get around to explaining the Evil Legion of Evil, THAT will be a long post. Just to get you started they are an evil organization that our current character's parents were part of.)
Derrick had cursed them to become formless, only casting a shadow to mark their existence. The desperate band of half-orcs gathered together all of their magic, and caused their main barracks to float away to safety. That was a long time ago. Now, this band floats about and sucks the magic and life out of an area to power the floating spell. Skyrim was their newest target.Melancholy told us that the only way to break the spell was to destroy the original parchment the curse was written on. Derrick, now an old man living in Lightfall, still has it.
We at once set off to Lightfall. Lightfall was a clean town, with many houses made of stone. We quickly assaulted a civilian to find the location of Derrick. Merrily, we continued until we arrived at his house. Claw turned into a raven and flew up through his open window, quickly finding a sealed metal box. His unstealthy searching quickly alerted the sleeping old man of his presence. For some reason, he tossed the man and the box out the window.
Tyranneus then smoothly convinced the man to kindly shut up. He explained the situation. When he mentioned the Legion, Derrick told him to never mention that again. He also asked if we were 'a Snake or a Spider?' We had no idea what that meant, so we ignored that and coerced him into opening the box.
"Why? What curse are you trying to end?"
"A shadow curse on some angry half-orcs," replied Tyranneus.
"Oh, I remember them! So, long ago... I don't curse as many people as I used to. I really need to get back into it."
So we obtained the curse parchment. We took it back to Melancholy, who told us that the only people who have the knowledge to destroy the parchment and break the curse are some monks. Specifically, the Monks of Bahamut.
We then trekked off into the wilderness, on the instructions of a shadow. Soon, we arrive at enormous dragon statue made of Platinum. We roll for a religion check (as we should have done earlier) and found that Bahamut was known as the Platinum Dragon and was revered by metallic dragons. Sure enough, a group of dragons are flying about. We ask one of them where their leader is. They take us underground, into the heart of the monastery.
We meet the head monk, Lith, an enormous silver dragon. He gives us a list of things we need for the ritual to destroy the parchment. There is five items: Roc feather, enchanted tree limb, unicorn hair, ankheg acid, and a dragon eggshell. The next couple of
This post is too long. Honestly, this will hopefully be the only 'block of text post.' They will all be very wordy, but I'll try to get pictures.
