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Showing posts with label DM Steve. Retroclones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DM Steve. Retroclones. Show all posts
Ray Harryhausen Clash of the Titans Charon A hop over the side and we were in the thick of getting our collective butts in a sling with the seas churning into storm wracked oceans of terror filled to the brim with undead! 'You will work for me now adventurers or your souls shall belong to the horrors around you!' Charon chowled into its storm! 'What do you want lord of the passage our clerk croaked into maelstrom around us?' the cleric managed before the lord of the dead.
Del Teigeler artwork from AS&SH 'You will go to the enchanted isle of Chrybi & retrieve the tridant of Nodens to return to me! You will do this or the sea of the dead will taste your very souls fools!' Now all of us players looked at each other & we've not even heard of the enchanted isle of Chrybi?! But when Charon gives you a command in a sea of dead you damn well listen!
On all sides the seas were boiling & the moaning of the dead could be heard! We rolled saves to keep conscious but passed out from the cacophony that filled our PC's ears! We awoke hours & hours later on the beach of some strange island to the roar of dinosaurs & monsters of all stripes. We have no idea where we are at this point! We're damn well lucky to be alive at this point & my PC with a successful roll or two determined that the the party is on the outer parameter of Hyperborea. I know that DM Steve is a huge Ray Harryhausen fan as are the rest of our group & this whole mini campaign of his has something to do with the classic Clash of the Titans film from '81.
Now the question is if we're gonna survive long enough to find out what the trident of Nodens is?! Tune in next time for the next installment of this mini campaign whist I find myself on the wrong side of the screen.
We began the exploration of the inner workings of the sink hole with our two thieves repelling into the void with a pair of expensive silk & spiderweb ropes we had picked up back in the capital. They had short swords & mini wrist cross bows in the ready. We didn't have long to wait till we heard the descent stop short & the stomach churning realization that our thieves weren't alone! They had a narrow escape being suspended above the damned of Underborea!
Even with our large group of players we were in deep trouble! We dropped a giant rock on the sink hole hopefully sealing it in. There were dark forces at work here & we tracked the sufuric acid from a nearby river to a series of lava tubes. That's when we ran into the black necromancer's Pict cannibal mercenaries!
At that moment my warlock been fiddling with a scroll of chain lightning that I grabbed a couple of games ago in the tomb of a dread Ixian wizard condemned to the cold Hells. But now his loss was my party's survival. The eldritch lightning bounced around & scattered the cannibals! We made our escape as our Ixian wizard collapsed the tube with a handy spell. We made our way back to the shore and called the ferry man! We found a few coins to pay the demonic bastard god!
The junk appeared out of the mists & now we're on the path of a slaver who hired us in the first place! He's cleared the village & solid the population into slavery in the search for the village treasure but a necromancer double crossed the slaver when the volcano lair of the Ancients was found. Now we have to make sure we get home in one piece with our souls in tacit.
Tonight I took a break from being behind the screen to take a break & get into playing within my friend DM Steve's rotating Astonishing Swordsmen & Sorcerers of Hyperborea game in Litchfield,Ct. So once again I dusted off my Hyperborean warlock character Mojin Wormus. This would be my fifth or so game in this campaign.
I met the rest of the party down on the docks around Butcher's Bay & we heard the lamenting other worldly bell of the Piasus the Ixian short stock junk ship that we were meeting. We were a grim bunch with our ruin graver Davis Bloodbear quietly getting his spells ready by his side the dark natured & haunted Amazon fighter Nazen. Nazen's wife Gurta an Amazon cryomancer of no small worth. Our Ixian wizard Braear The Unknowable was a wizard whose soul had been sold to four different demon lords & who bared the tattooed mark of ownership & trustfulness of his former masters of the dark arts. Our Pict Shaman Haro The Hairy One stood next to his sons the thieves Yul & Nul. The priest Val stood next to our witch Chura the Blooded One. We were on a mission to slay undead on an island infested with these horrors! We knew something was wrong the moment we stepped on the ship & wind blew up with storm clouds on the horizon.
A few hours later we found ourselves in the middle of storm of epic scale. Winds howled, the rains tore us & the crew to pieces. But it was the captain suddenly demanding payment in the middle of the storm that told us something was very wrong! Our priest was able to turn the captain that was revealed to be some sort of undead horror. Bits & pieces started to fly off of the ship as it came apart around us. Everything went black.
We awoke on the shores of the island with bits of the ship around us. We also found a monk down shore who had been washed up on shore from an earlier ship wreck. Walking into the middle of a deserted village we found a huge crater like hole that went down into the bowels of the island. Our party of cut throats ran straight into an apportion as night closed in around the village. Some fast team work between our priest & the shaman made short work of this horror with some very excellent rolls by the players.
We decided to camp outside of the village with guards posted on shifts. We were nervous & still saw the junk's captain at different points but it was only illusion. We began to explore the island's evirons coming across a river of bright neon green water. The stuff proved to be sulfuric acid bubbled up from the nearby volcano. We manged to piece together the source of the acid & the forces that were at work in & around the volcano. But this sink hole in the middle of the village & its a hazard that might get the PC's killed if not taken over.