A good friend sent me a link for a job as a professional DM for the company Roll20. Roll20 is basically a web hosting site that let's people from around the country play together. I'm intrigued by this as it is not system specific, it allows you to use a vast library of art and maps, but most important to me: use your own art. So my vision of the world is what you see.
At last, someone paying me what I love to do! You too, could go Beyond the Wall...
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Long way home
"What is it?", Mellion whispered.
"Orcs", Gruffydd answered, "can't you smell 'em?"
A low, gutteral growl came from the orc in the cave mouth. The sun was rising behind him. It was obvious he was looking for someplace dark to pass the day.
Just then, several more shapes appeared behind him.
"This doesn't look good," Nemon spoke. "We're too beat up for this".
There was a blast of wind as Miss Adventure blew past the party towards the cave opening. Her Boots of Speed carried her past the orcs, and the wind of her passage knocked the orcs down.
"NOW!" shouted Gruffydd, and gave a fierce Dwarven war cry.
The party pounced on the shaken orcs. Only Mellion stayed behind to grab their horses, who had been tethered in a hollow of the cave.
Gustav smashed an orc's helmet in with his cleric's mace. Gruffydd knocked another off the ravine edge, to plummet to the river far below. The third orc turned to flee, but was felled by Gildrid's elven longbow.
"This looked liked a scouting party", Gruffydd surmised. "There'll be more. Probably looking to move into this place, now that we've cleaned out the upper level."
So began the long trek home. They avoided the road, instead hugging ravines and defiles to make their way back to Wall. The rout took twice as long but avoided some of the spots they knew danger lurked.
Newly, their dryad friend, was not there to greet them in the woods outside Wall. Another dark omen to carry home. Their adventure had been successful in riches, but reminded them how unprepared they were for the deeper dangers of the Well of Souls.
As they approached Wall, exhausted, starving and thirty, the great doors creaked open. There, standing in the doorway stood the Gray Ghost of the Wall himself, Sergeant Malloy. He greeted them with a toothless grin and a cackle, "Home, sweet home, eh?"
"Orcs", Gruffydd answered, "can't you smell 'em?"
A low, gutteral growl came from the orc in the cave mouth. The sun was rising behind him. It was obvious he was looking for someplace dark to pass the day.
Just then, several more shapes appeared behind him.
"This doesn't look good," Nemon spoke. "We're too beat up for this".
There was a blast of wind as Miss Adventure blew past the party towards the cave opening. Her Boots of Speed carried her past the orcs, and the wind of her passage knocked the orcs down.
"NOW!" shouted Gruffydd, and gave a fierce Dwarven war cry.
The party pounced on the shaken orcs. Only Mellion stayed behind to grab their horses, who had been tethered in a hollow of the cave.
Gustav smashed an orc's helmet in with his cleric's mace. Gruffydd knocked another off the ravine edge, to plummet to the river far below. The third orc turned to flee, but was felled by Gildrid's elven longbow.
"This looked liked a scouting party", Gruffydd surmised. "There'll be more. Probably looking to move into this place, now that we've cleaned out the upper level."
So began the long trek home. They avoided the road, instead hugging ravines and defiles to make their way back to Wall. The rout took twice as long but avoided some of the spots they knew danger lurked.
Newly, their dryad friend, was not there to greet them in the woods outside Wall. Another dark omen to carry home. Their adventure had been successful in riches, but reminded them how unprepared they were for the deeper dangers of the Well of Souls.
As they approached Wall, exhausted, starving and thirty, the great doors creaked open. There, standing in the doorway stood the Gray Ghost of the Wall himself, Sergeant Malloy. He greeted them with a toothless grin and a cackle, "Home, sweet home, eh?"
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
The dark way
The first arrow struck the goblin king in the neck. He rose, and tried to shout out a command, but all that issued forth from his mouth was a turrent of black blood.
The second bolt struck him solidly in the gut. He staggered and fell from his small dias with clatter, as his crown rolled from his head.
The rest of the goblins screeched and turned to face the party, which now spilled from their hiding place.
Nemon killed one with with a swift blow to the head. another went down to Gruffydd's hammer.
The rest of the goblins, terrified at this surprise attack, ran for the door. The sentry squeaked a warning, but to no avail. His brethren threw him aside and unbolted the door.
No sooner were they out the door, than a loud roar announced the arrival of the manticore. It tore threw the goblins with ease. Black blood splattered the walls.
"Now!", Gruffydd shouted, "while it's distracted".
rather than search the room as usual, the party took the chance to slip past the beast while it gorged on goblin flesh.
They raced down now familiar hallways and up unguarded steps, never looking back, for fear of seeing the manticore in pursuit. They decided to take the dark way, through the caves that emptied on the side of the river's ravine. Up ahead could be seen the last dying light of the day as it came through the open cave mouth.
But suddenly, the opening darkened. A large silhouette filled the opening. A figure barred their way.
The second bolt struck him solidly in the gut. He staggered and fell from his small dias with clatter, as his crown rolled from his head.
The rest of the goblins screeched and turned to face the party, which now spilled from their hiding place.
Nemon killed one with with a swift blow to the head. another went down to Gruffydd's hammer.
The rest of the goblins, terrified at this surprise attack, ran for the door. The sentry squeaked a warning, but to no avail. His brethren threw him aside and unbolted the door.
No sooner were they out the door, than a loud roar announced the arrival of the manticore. It tore threw the goblins with ease. Black blood splattered the walls.
"Now!", Gruffydd shouted, "while it's distracted".
rather than search the room as usual, the party took the chance to slip past the beast while it gorged on goblin flesh.
They raced down now familiar hallways and up unguarded steps, never looking back, for fear of seeing the manticore in pursuit. They decided to take the dark way, through the caves that emptied on the side of the river's ravine. Up ahead could be seen the last dying light of the day as it came through the open cave mouth.
But suddenly, the opening darkened. A large silhouette filled the opening. A figure barred their way.
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