Tag: Bluebook

Results

  • Gods and men

    _From [[:dcaf]]'s "Memoirs":/campaign/happy-muggers/wikis?tag=pov-dcaf_ I despise getting involved in the affairs of gods.

  • A Fallen Comrade and Other Delightful Events

    _From [[:dcaf]]'s "Memoirs":/campaign/happy-muggers/wikis?tag=pov-dcaf_ A lot has happened. Things that one give one pause to stop and reflect. First and foremost, [[:tarque]] is gone. I miss him. I didn’t realize how much I would miss him, but… …

  • New Beginnings

    The manor house stood on top of the hill, the empty graveyard stretching out beyond it in all directions. If you looked closely you could make out the tracks where the masses had shuffled, first up the hill and then down, and here and there you could …

  • session-32

    It was already late, the remaining embers of the oft-trampled fire were fading, and the Minotaur magus had a sizable lead, but he was also their only connection to the rest of this mystery. Montiago and Birdiago took the fore, following the path the …

  • session-33

    They marched perhaps half a day more–it was impossible to tell so far removed from the sunlight–until they began to hear the rumbles of amassed forces before them. The clash and clatter or hundreds of bodies, the grunts and growls of the impending assault …

  • flashback-2

    We hear the bubbling before we come into the cavern, the slush and slurp of mud slowly moving, of thickened water pressing its way slowly past thicker soil. When we emerge into the cavern we see the mud everywhere, caked on the walls and covering the …

  • flashback-3

    We camp under the stars, though their constellations bely the unnature of this place. It is a quiet sleep, and when we awake the claw marks of Xivorts all around us reveal the protection that the leprechauns lent us overnight. Thus rested, we set out …

  • flashback-4

    Down the hill from Oakstaff is a lake, a wide expanse of calm water surrounding a single island in its center, upon which is perched a colonnaded structure that we all assume immediately to be the Water Palace, former summer home of Proferio and current …

  • flashback-5

    "Ill met by starlight," Ragnar says as we approach the clearing, his massive form standing one wide stride past his dozens of fellows on one side of the field, directly across from --- and her dozens. The events at the Water Palace can not be hidden, and …

  • flashback-6

    The gates of the Spiral Palace, easing open with a gliding motion at the faintest wind, are slightly more trouble to bypass than the guards who had flanked it, and though the formal garden within hold a multitude of places to hide, planning an attack on …

  • session-34

    D’cafnaet’d pushed his way forward and tossed derisive looks at all who passed. The others followed, trying to look somewhere between scared and brave, as befit their role in this charade. None of the riff raff on the outskirts of the Drow Invasion force' …

  • session-35

    The glow was faint, at first, a soft orange around a corner. They knew they were still far too deep for sunlight to be peeking through, and so they suspected a torch and an armed force, but they heard no clink of armor and saw no flicker of flame. At …

  • session-39

    I was waiting for them on the outskirts of town for two weeks before they straggled in, looking tired. I've not been to the [[Garden of Graves]] but I have heard tale of its terrors, and after seeing their bruises and hearing their stories I have little …

  • session-40

    I do apologize, [[Leeloo's Family|mother]], for the nearly illegible penmanship of the first part of this letter; it was written on horseback while quite tired. The latter half returns to the letters you did well to teach me, and if [[:leeloo|I]] had but …

  • Harrowing

    The darkness didn't stop when she opened her eyes. [[:leeloo|She]] tried to sit up, but found there was no supportive ground beneath her. She wasn't falling per se– there was no wind rushing past– there was a simple lack of ground. She stretched out her …

  • The Next Level

    The room was littered with corpses. No sound could be heard except for the heavy breathing of the assailent. No one heard or saw him coming, and now all were in pieces on the floor; their inner parts littering the room, and the floor covered in a thick …

  • flashback-7

    We awoke with a pain in our heads and a chain on our ankles, [[Valeris]] and [[Teagan|myself]] attached to a kobold and a half-Orc and a wall full of spikes, arranged such that one of us would be pulled against the wall by our shackle if the others were …

  • Leeloo and the Door

    The door was certainly locked, and she had enough of the sense left that she knew it was no mere mechanics that kept it shut: the faint glow of eldritch power swirled around the edges of the iron slab, thrumming to the beat of this place. She followed one …

  • leeloo-spiral-tower-1

    She sat in the wing backed chair and shifted her weight, moved the large leather-bound book from one leg to another, and read the passage again. She'd done this ritual before, but now the steps seemed wrong, somehow. But then again everything seemed …

  • Gone Fishin'

    Breathing; I like it. I like the act of breathing... Sometimes I forget that. Seriously, it's something that you probably almost never think about. I usually don't either. Usually. Right about now it's pretty forefront on my mind. Because it's been a …