17-08-2009, 02:34 PM
I've gotten used, in my other tabletop lot, to seeing weekly session reports made available to kep players up-to-date, and while I appreciate they're not realy needed for us I figured they can be quite fun. So...
When last we were with our brave fellowship...
The first of the three towers stood in a clearing some 100ft across, and as is the way with adventurers and towers, our heroes sought many a way to bypass it's numerous deadly defenses and in so doing incurred the wrath of whatever intelligence was guiding them, triggering traps galore, earthquakes and golemic arms tasked with the destruction of our intrepid interlopers. To further acerbate the damage done to our heroes in these endeavors, the ever-inquisitive half-Grell Nevyn attempted to contact the tower itself, leading to the entire party deciding that enough was enough and it was time to rest before trying a concentrated assault on the morrow.
Having decided that they had had enough tomfoolery, the gallant chaps hit upon a plan, Goraxe's own in fact, to punt the foolhardy rogue into the top room by means of magic, and then to rely on his own enhanced wits and reflexes to get the skull that he knew to be in there and get out again. In this he was successful, and destroyed the tower in the meantime - an unforeseen side-effect of which was the unfortunate and untimely destruction of valorous Liamdark, who had lain in wait to provide Goraxe an avenue of escape. His demise proved thankfully short-lived due to the intervention of the wise Carla the Druid, and the group all agreed that he made a most fetching dwarf.
The glorious conglomerate wended their weary way back to their quaint and rustic inn to recover and relax, ready for the next challenge ahead of them. Sadly for one of our heroic champions, a previous foe decided that that night was as good a time for any to extract it's revenge, and the vile Vrock announced it's intentions by chewing upon poor, lonely Nevyn, waking some of the other members of the party. Stout Lightfoot investigated the disturbances coming from Nevyn's room, and upon discovering the source of the commotion immediately dove to the attack, soon followed by Renguard and Tilsburg, all three annoyed at having their beauty rest interrupted and their friend chomped. A concerted effort by those three, with timely intervention from the rest of the party, soon saw the Vrock defeated, his beak cracked and his ribcage (or whatever foul structure was present within it's abhorrent anatomy) smashed, the heroes relaxed - possibly a fraction too soon...
When last we were with our brave fellowship...
The first of the three towers stood in a clearing some 100ft across, and as is the way with adventurers and towers, our heroes sought many a way to bypass it's numerous deadly defenses and in so doing incurred the wrath of whatever intelligence was guiding them, triggering traps galore, earthquakes and golemic arms tasked with the destruction of our intrepid interlopers. To further acerbate the damage done to our heroes in these endeavors, the ever-inquisitive half-Grell Nevyn attempted to contact the tower itself, leading to the entire party deciding that enough was enough and it was time to rest before trying a concentrated assault on the morrow.
Having decided that they had had enough tomfoolery, the gallant chaps hit upon a plan, Goraxe's own in fact, to punt the foolhardy rogue into the top room by means of magic, and then to rely on his own enhanced wits and reflexes to get the skull that he knew to be in there and get out again. In this he was successful, and destroyed the tower in the meantime - an unforeseen side-effect of which was the unfortunate and untimely destruction of valorous Liamdark, who had lain in wait to provide Goraxe an avenue of escape. His demise proved thankfully short-lived due to the intervention of the wise Carla the Druid, and the group all agreed that he made a most fetching dwarf.
The glorious conglomerate wended their weary way back to their quaint and rustic inn to recover and relax, ready for the next challenge ahead of them. Sadly for one of our heroic champions, a previous foe decided that that night was as good a time for any to extract it's revenge, and the vile Vrock announced it's intentions by chewing upon poor, lonely Nevyn, waking some of the other members of the party. Stout Lightfoot investigated the disturbances coming from Nevyn's room, and upon discovering the source of the commotion immediately dove to the attack, soon followed by Renguard and Tilsburg, all three annoyed at having their beauty rest interrupted and their friend chomped. A concerted effort by those three, with timely intervention from the rest of the party, soon saw the Vrock defeated, his beak cracked and his ribcage (or whatever foul structure was present within it's abhorrent anatomy) smashed, the heroes relaxed - possibly a fraction too soon...
