Tag: Dramatization

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  • 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 …

  • 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 …

  • session-46

    Sartian proved little help. He had no more information than we did, and so we set out into the wilderness looking for the Drow we knew were haunting the rode between [[Brindol]] and [[Astrazalian]]. We kept out of sight, and within a few days were peering …

  • Ascent

    [[:leeloo|She]] was breathing hard, her leg hurt from the gash in it, and the blood was dripping down her ankle. She just wanted to lay down for a moment, but the ledge she had scrambled onto had nowhere near enough room for that, and she could not afford …

  • 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 …

  • 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 …