You see a man scrambling about for his dice bag, paper, pencils.... No, check that. That was years ago! No, now he's fired up his iPad, made sure that a warm bottle of Diet Coke sits on a little end table to his right. The recliner does it's thing at a touch of a button and the man starts to read...and read...and read.
So I've read through HHE3. I didn't get how the combat was done in HHE2 but we'll get there. At least now I know what's going on. The taint of the Beast spread into the streams when it's hoard was pillaged by greedy teams. Some fool named Ed the Red screwed things up for everyone before he went and became dead. Gorulon the Gladiator, grandfather to the sergeant, also known as the Gorehound and a bunch of other names is the cause of this bother. The wraith that came out of his helmet told us so. Then the baroness made her dramatic appearance drawing oohs and ahhs from those assembled at this gathering. She then declared that we obey the smoke and bring back the gold. The old sarge is a grandpa himself but feels like he owes something to this mission. The baroness asked him to get a note from his wife before he goes on the trip.
That's about where I'm at and now I feel the gray matter starting to ooze from my ears and there's a droplet of blood that trickles from my nose. It must be a sign to place a virtual bookmark on the reading. I'll pick up tomorrow. I see that Nem's been ghosting now for Nep and I figured it was polite to let folks know that help is coming soon ... Jex is on his way!!!
Nice summation Nep. Just a couple of 'clarifications'. We are =assuming= Ed is dead (sounds like a song title <g> ) No one has actually found a body or the like.
We are also assuming that the looting and pollution are related. There is a lot to suggest that is the case, but it is all circumstantial, but no real proof for that either.
Hmmm ... wandering monsters? naw, too pedantic. Ummm ... natural disaster, yeah, a cliff collapse? cliche. Ooooo ... narrow canyon, how about dangerous winds, maybe 'dust devils' ... controlled by air elementals! The best of both worlds - monsters =and= natural disaster <weg>
All done now with the core reading. I still have the SRD to pour through so that I might understand these "roleplaying" rules that have been concocted.
But that does not hinder play at this moment so your friendly bard is along for the ride, the pied piper of a motley crew will be playing a marching tune to help make the long trek into danger a cheerful jaunt.
Encyclopaedic knowledge of the rules isn't required, just so you know. Although as a D&D fan, you definitely owe it to yourself to check out 13th Age.
So, Exeter, as the party are making their descent to the river, through the forest, they're crossing a garrigue, pungent with the aroma of wild flowers, when suddenly a hurricane wind seems to rise from nowhere. The party are blinded by the dust, scree and twigs dashing their faces.
Exeter, give us an idea of how the party overcomes this danger?
It can be as elaborate as calling upon the Fey spirits of the air to placate them or something, or as simple as huddle down, wait for it to pass, or stagger away from the clearing, etc.
Poor Jud is daid Poor Jud Fry is daid All gather round his coffin now and cry He had a heart of gold And he wasn't very old Oh why did such a fella have to die
Poor Jud is daid Poor Jud Fry is daid He's looking oh so peaceful and serene
And serene!
He's all laid down to rest With his hands across his chest His fingernails have never looked so clean
And then the preacher'd get up and he'd say: "Folks, we are gathered Here to mourn and growl our brother Jud Fry, who hung himself up By a rope in a smokehouse, and then we have been weepin' and Wailin' within some of the women. " And then he'd say: "Jud was the Most misunderstood man in the territory. People used to think he was A mean, ugly fella and they called him a dirty skunk and a northern Pig stealer.
But the folks that really knowed 'I'm Knowed that neath those dirty shirts he always wore There beated a heart as big as all outdoors
As big as all outdoors
Jud Fry loved his fellow man
He loved his fellow man
He loved the birds of the forest And the bees of the field He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn And he treated the rats like equals, which he knew was right! And he loved the little children He loved everybody and everything in the world Only he never let on, so nobody ever noticed
Poor Jud is Daid Poor Jud Fry is daid His friends all weep and wail from miles around
Miles around!
The daisies in the dell will give out a different smell Because poor Jud is underneath the ground
Poor Jud is daid, the candle lights his head He's layin' in a coffin made of wood
Wood
And folks are feelin' sad cause they used to treat him bad Now they know their friend has gone for good
Good
Poor Jud is daid, a candle lights his head He's lookin oh so pretty and so nice He looks like he's asleep It's a shame that he won't keep But it's summer and we're runinng out of ice
They gather up their ropes and lash themselves together, the two strongest (Heilbutt and Seyja?) at each end... the cleric prays for guidance since they cannot see, and directs their way out of the canyon.
OK, anyone with an Archmage relationship, make me an Icon roll. That's Neptune, who has a 1 pt conflicted relationship with the Archmage, so you roll 1d6 in the Pizza dice roller to your left.
Hah, nicely done, Neptune, I enjoyed that song. I heard it in my head as new verses to 1985's The Highwayman.
So the Titan's Elbow is a karst archway, an unusual but natural formation even found in the real world. The best example, and my inspiration here, is Moon Hill in China.
One of the best CW groups ever!! I was sad to see them 'give up' when Waylon 'moved on' <sigh> FWIW, the =only= CW music I own ... well two since I got 1 & 2 ... although I have always appreciated all 4 of the musicians individually <g>
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