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The Demon and the Magus: (50 years after the events of Swords and D20's 2)
“HURRY!” The Imp skittered up the dirt road, sneering backwards at the black robed man slowly making his way behind him.
“Quiet you infernal creature! I am the one running things here! I will not be talked down by a demonic little wretch like yourself! I am the one who will release this demon, and I will set our pace!” The Sorcerer smashed his staff onto the ground to make his point before marching on. The imp flew to his shoulder, Looking contemptuously at the sorcerer.
The fool. He may be in charge for now…. But not for long….. The imp thought, smiling. Lilith knows what she is talking about.
They marched on, towards a particular town, one with an interesting center piece……
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Balthazar slid an arrow from his quiver discreetly, watching the developing scene with deep interest. Three half Orcs stood in a triangle near his table, the one at the point screaming into the face of Balthazar’s master, high druid Orion. The Orc was obviously drunk, and was yelling for Orion and his group to get out of his seat. Balthazar looked to his side, at the third member of the table. Prawn kept his face unreadable, but to the perceptive elf he saw the subtle twitching of Prawns pointed ears, the whitening of his knuckles as his hands tightened on the table. The tension was palpable in the bar, but that was nothing new. The Town of Briarpatch had been facing the racial tension between its elf population and Orcs since its founding 35 years ago.
The town had started simply enough, a single chapel created by a man named Schism, who had long since died in a Ocish raid. People flocked to the area, as everyone knows money is to be made wherever a PC should flock. Much of the towns economy relied on selling average gear to PC’s for extravagant prices. But enough about Screwing with the PC’s. As one can imagine, the chapel was located near a stone statue, of a man who's tearing through a young mage. The town was young, and many knew of the old tale of gesunheit. But still, its specific were being lost to many, and none realized the evil locked into the stone.
The Orcs and the Elves Naturally hated one another, but both needed a place to live. The only place where they could make a living is Briarpatch, and so that was where they both settled. Balthazar had asked himself why they both lived there more than once, but he chocked it up to the expected demographics chart in the Dungeons masters’ guide. The two races hardly could go a day without riots in the streets and bar fights.
Thus the situation they were in was nothing new. The arrow he drew slowly moved up the rangers sleeve, hidden and ready If this fight escalated.
Orion raised his hands “Alright, alright, you win. We shall leave.” He nodded to his friends and all three left the bar, the orcs laughing at them.
Prawn ground his teeth “Those
orcs. We should have run them out of town years ago.”
Orion shook his head “no my friend, as long as we can live side by side without killing each other, that is progress. Our races must adapt. Times are changing.”
Balthazar shrugged “If you say so master, but we must be cautious. Something has them even more antsy then usual….. As if they are planning something.”
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It was a fight without a victory. A endless war swirling around and around, a battle in the center of these two beings mind. Reenkis and Gesundheit may have been physically bound totally in the stone composing themselves, but their souls and minds lingered in the stone, and their rage lingered as well.
First contact had been Reenkis’s, for the demon was skilled in mental magic, while Gesundheit was not. The mage had fought for a time, but for naught. His mind was overwhelmed and conquered, and for a time Reenkis lorded there, content. That changed after about a year. Sheer boredom drove the demon to leave the mages mind, and after a time Gesundheit put together the pieces. And then the fight began again. Reenkis held the advantage for some time, slipping in to shatter Gesundheits mind again and again, but every time gave up and allowed the mage to regain his strength. It became a game, and Gesundheit learned quickly. He built his mind into a fortress finding any trick he could to break Reenkis’s attacks, and after 30 years of this fighting he had become as shrewd and skilled as the demon. The game reached a stalemate, and both fought with no gains or victories.
That is the life that the two lived, one of constant combat and readiness. Neither knew how long it would last…. Perhaps forever. For a time Gesundheit hoped his party would come to his rescue, but after the 40th year he lost a great deal of hope, resigning himself to his new life.
Thus when the fighting finally ended and both were returned to their own flesh, Both Reenkis and Gesunheit were surprised, to say the least.
Gesundheit gasped for the first time in 50 years and fell to his knees, blood pouring from the wound in his chest, caused years ago, but still fresh.
Reenkis blinked and stumbled slightly, not really understanding what had happened. A sorcerer grinned before him his robes billowing out in the night breeze. The demon did a double take, seeing that he appeared to be in the square of a town, houses popping up all around him and shops as well.
“BEHOLD FOUL DEMON! I have released you from your bonds, and now I order you to serve your new master!” A imp on his shoulder laughed maniacally, and drove his spiked tail into the sorcerers throat. He sputtered and collapsed, dead from the imps deadly toxin.
The imp flew to the ground and bowed deeply, groveling on the cobbled floor. “Greetings master Reenkis! I have released you from your prison.”
The Greater demon smirked, and rubbed his chin. He saw his hand was decidedly too human and remembered his was still in his old disguise. He dropped it, and took his demonic form. The imp continued cowering, obviously terrified.
“who told you I was here?” Reenkis said.
“Lilith showed me your tomb, and asked that I lead the mage here to free you. She wishes to speak with you…… Lilith that is.”
“Then let us not waste any time here. Take me to this ‘Lilith’”
Reenkis spared a glance to Gesundheit, who was gasping and slowly bleeding from his chest wound.
“And there you have it Gesundheit. I win in the end after all.” Reenkis laughed and turned to leave, the imp leading the way.
(you may be asking why Schism and the others were not able to rescue him if this average sorcerer was. Its because a wizard did it)
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Steve awoke, feeling some kind of disturbance in the for….. I mean magic, yeah magic is what I was going to say. He left his small cloister in the chapel, walking to the porch to the towns square. And he saw a dying man sitting there, a huge hole in his chest.
“ahhh. That’s new.” He rushed to the man, and began chanting his healing spells, closing the chest wound and healing him. The
young man coughed, and opened his eyes
“I thank you sir. If not for you I fear that more than just my own life would be forfeit.”
Steve the cleric raised an eyebrow. “I am sorry young man? Whats going on?”
“it will be a long story, would you mind if I went inside and told you? For now just know this entire town is in terrible danger.”
Rules:
All standard rules apply
Communication out of thread is allowed
Vote: No lynch is allowed
Day phases last 24 or so hours, nights last same amount of time.
And I would appreciate it if you guys could keep a running tally
Expect a very different game from my last 2 everyone.
For Backround info look here: Haleys revenge
which contains a link to the game you actually have to know about, Sword and D20's 2.
Signups: 17/17
White_eyes:D
Captain Blackadder
Yaropolk
Double A
Khazaar
johnhughthom
Askthepizzaguy
Centurion1
Thermal Mercury
Secura
Joooray
Renata
Methos
Atheotes
BanditDog
A very super market
Autolycus
“HURRY!” The Imp skittered up the dirt road, sneering backwards at the black robed man slowly making his way behind him.
“Quiet you infernal creature! I am the one running things here! I will not be talked down by a demonic little wretch like yourself! I am the one who will release this demon, and I will set our pace!” The Sorcerer smashed his staff onto the ground to make his point before marching on. The imp flew to his shoulder, Looking contemptuously at the sorcerer.
The fool. He may be in charge for now…. But not for long….. The imp thought, smiling. Lilith knows what she is talking about.
They marched on, towards a particular town, one with an interesting center piece……
--------------------------------------------------------
Balthazar slid an arrow from his quiver discreetly, watching the developing scene with deep interest. Three half Orcs stood in a triangle near his table, the one at the point screaming into the face of Balthazar’s master, high druid Orion. The Orc was obviously drunk, and was yelling for Orion and his group to get out of his seat. Balthazar looked to his side, at the third member of the table. Prawn kept his face unreadable, but to the perceptive elf he saw the subtle twitching of Prawns pointed ears, the whitening of his knuckles as his hands tightened on the table. The tension was palpable in the bar, but that was nothing new. The Town of Briarpatch had been facing the racial tension between its elf population and Orcs since its founding 35 years ago.
The town had started simply enough, a single chapel created by a man named Schism, who had long since died in a Ocish raid. People flocked to the area, as everyone knows money is to be made wherever a PC should flock. Much of the towns economy relied on selling average gear to PC’s for extravagant prices. But enough about Screwing with the PC’s. As one can imagine, the chapel was located near a stone statue, of a man who's tearing through a young mage. The town was young, and many knew of the old tale of gesunheit. But still, its specific were being lost to many, and none realized the evil locked into the stone.
The Orcs and the Elves Naturally hated one another, but both needed a place to live. The only place where they could make a living is Briarpatch, and so that was where they both settled. Balthazar had asked himself why they both lived there more than once, but he chocked it up to the expected demographics chart in the Dungeons masters’ guide. The two races hardly could go a day without riots in the streets and bar fights.
Thus the situation they were in was nothing new. The arrow he drew slowly moved up the rangers sleeve, hidden and ready If this fight escalated.
Orion raised his hands “Alright, alright, you win. We shall leave.” He nodded to his friends and all three left the bar, the orcs laughing at them.
Prawn ground his teeth “Those
orcs. We should have run them out of town years ago.”Orion shook his head “no my friend, as long as we can live side by side without killing each other, that is progress. Our races must adapt. Times are changing.”
Balthazar shrugged “If you say so master, but we must be cautious. Something has them even more antsy then usual….. As if they are planning something.”
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It was a fight without a victory. A endless war swirling around and around, a battle in the center of these two beings mind. Reenkis and Gesundheit may have been physically bound totally in the stone composing themselves, but their souls and minds lingered in the stone, and their rage lingered as well.
First contact had been Reenkis’s, for the demon was skilled in mental magic, while Gesundheit was not. The mage had fought for a time, but for naught. His mind was overwhelmed and conquered, and for a time Reenkis lorded there, content. That changed after about a year. Sheer boredom drove the demon to leave the mages mind, and after a time Gesundheit put together the pieces. And then the fight began again. Reenkis held the advantage for some time, slipping in to shatter Gesundheits mind again and again, but every time gave up and allowed the mage to regain his strength. It became a game, and Gesundheit learned quickly. He built his mind into a fortress finding any trick he could to break Reenkis’s attacks, and after 30 years of this fighting he had become as shrewd and skilled as the demon. The game reached a stalemate, and both fought with no gains or victories.
That is the life that the two lived, one of constant combat and readiness. Neither knew how long it would last…. Perhaps forever. For a time Gesundheit hoped his party would come to his rescue, but after the 40th year he lost a great deal of hope, resigning himself to his new life.
Thus when the fighting finally ended and both were returned to their own flesh, Both Reenkis and Gesunheit were surprised, to say the least.
Gesundheit gasped for the first time in 50 years and fell to his knees, blood pouring from the wound in his chest, caused years ago, but still fresh.
Reenkis blinked and stumbled slightly, not really understanding what had happened. A sorcerer grinned before him his robes billowing out in the night breeze. The demon did a double take, seeing that he appeared to be in the square of a town, houses popping up all around him and shops as well.
“BEHOLD FOUL DEMON! I have released you from your bonds, and now I order you to serve your new master!” A imp on his shoulder laughed maniacally, and drove his spiked tail into the sorcerers throat. He sputtered and collapsed, dead from the imps deadly toxin.
The imp flew to the ground and bowed deeply, groveling on the cobbled floor. “Greetings master Reenkis! I have released you from your prison.”
The Greater demon smirked, and rubbed his chin. He saw his hand was decidedly too human and remembered his was still in his old disguise. He dropped it, and took his demonic form. The imp continued cowering, obviously terrified.
“who told you I was here?” Reenkis said.
“Lilith showed me your tomb, and asked that I lead the mage here to free you. She wishes to speak with you…… Lilith that is.”
“Then let us not waste any time here. Take me to this ‘Lilith’”
Reenkis spared a glance to Gesundheit, who was gasping and slowly bleeding from his chest wound.
“And there you have it Gesundheit. I win in the end after all.” Reenkis laughed and turned to leave, the imp leading the way.
(you may be asking why Schism and the others were not able to rescue him if this average sorcerer was. Its because a wizard did it)
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Steve awoke, feeling some kind of disturbance in the for….. I mean magic, yeah magic is what I was going to say. He left his small cloister in the chapel, walking to the porch to the towns square. And he saw a dying man sitting there, a huge hole in his chest.
“ahhh. That’s new.” He rushed to the man, and began chanting his healing spells, closing the chest wound and healing him. The
young man coughed, and opened his eyes
“I thank you sir. If not for you I fear that more than just my own life would be forfeit.”
Steve the cleric raised an eyebrow. “I am sorry young man? Whats going on?”
“it will be a long story, would you mind if I went inside and told you? For now just know this entire town is in terrible danger.”
Rules:
All standard rules apply
Communication out of thread is allowed
Vote: No lynch is allowed
Day phases last 24 or so hours, nights last same amount of time.
And I would appreciate it if you guys could keep a running tally
Expect a very different game from my last 2 everyone.For Backround info look here: Haleys revenge
which contains a link to the game you actually have to know about, Sword and D20's 2.
Signups: 17/17
White_eyes:D
Captain Blackadder
Yaropolk
Double A
Khazaar
johnhughthom
Askthepizzaguy
Centurion1
Thermal Mercury
Secura
Joooray
Renata
Methos
Atheotes
BanditDog
A very super market
Autolycus
IN Been waiting for this....too bad about Schism but making a "Chapel in a Orc town"? I always figured he was too careful for that
in being looking forward to this
is background knowledge of your previous games needed?
You can put me as reserve, or a player if you can't fill the slots.
You can put me as reserve, or a player if you can't fill the slots.
I'm in...my mom always taught me to solve my problems with words instead of swords!
I think you mean Swords and D20's, CDF.
In. Can I be Druzil?
Hey wait I second... I thought sorcerers were just more powerful wizards.
In. Can I be Druzil?
Hey wait I second... I thought sorcerers were just more powerful wizards.
In to roll a natural twenty!
In.
I'd like to be a player in this one.
Originally Posted by Thermal Mercury:
is background knowledge of your previous games needed?
You can put me as reserve, or a player if you can't fill the slots.
Not at all thermal, doesn't matter if you have any backround knowledge. is background knowledge of your previous games needed?
You can put me as reserve, or a player if you can't fill the slots.
But if you want I can still put you as reserve.
in. love these games. heres fluffy!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't have any other small games active at the moment, so count me in please. :3
I'll try and brush up on your previous two games to get a feel for things.
I'll try and brush up on your previous two games to get a feel for things.
Hmm, very well, it looks interesting, I'll play. 
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Originally Posted by Khazaar:
In to roll a natural twenty!
Sorry, you roll a one and turn into a ninja turtle.In to roll a natural twenty!
Originally Posted by Secura:
I'll try and brush up on your previous two games to get a feel for things.
No need to read the first one, rumours of the easiest town victory anywhere in the history of the internet are totally untrue. And the mafia were totally awesome whatever you may hear to the contrary.I'll try and brush up on your previous two games to get a feel for things.
Sounds like a lot of fun, so I'll like to be IN, please.
BTW: Hey, john.
BTW: Hey, john.
Originally Posted by Joooray:
BTW: Hey, john.
Just to remind you, this is a small game.BTW: Hey, john.
Me please.
Originally Posted by johnhughthom:
Just to remind you, this is a small game.
Hm, I noticed that. Let's see if I care. Just to remind you, this is a small game.
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In
Originally Posted by Double A:
Hey wait I second... I thought sorcerers were just more powerful wizards.
It depends on what edition your talking about. In 4E I'd say no, they aren't.Hey wait I second... I thought sorcerers were just more powerful wizards.
[geektalk] Sorcerers have a more limited variety of acane powers but are able to use them more often. On lower levels the sorcerers ability to use arcane power more often is an advantage but in mid to higher levels this advantage gets overtaken by the wizards greater adaptability to whatever circumstances arise. Feel free to contact me for more useless D&D knowledge. [/geektalk]
...there are probably worse things than mutated turtles out there...
...there are probably worse things than mutated turtles out there...
Originally Posted by Khazaar:
[geektalk] Sorcerers have a more limited variety of acane powers but are able to use them more often. On lower levels the sorcerers ability to use arcane power more often is an advantage but in mid to higher levels this advantage gets overtaken by the wizards greater adaptability to whatever circumstances arise. Feel free to contact me for more useless D&D knowledge. [/geektalk]
...there are probably worse things than mutated turtles out there...
What he said.[geektalk] Sorcerers have a more limited variety of acane powers but are able to use them more often. On lower levels the sorcerers ability to use arcane power more often is an advantage but in mid to higher levels this advantage gets overtaken by the wizards greater adaptability to whatever circumstances arise. Feel free to contact me for more useless D&D knowledge. [/geektalk]
...there are probably worse things than mutated turtles out there...
Originally Posted by Methos:
It depends on what edition your talking about. In 4E I'd say no, they aren't.
It depends on what edition your talking about. In 4E I'd say no, they aren't.
I refuse to believe that 4E exists.
Originally Posted by Cultured Drizzt fan:
I refuse to believe that 4E exists.
You're like one of the women I work with. Her group still plays 2nd edition and have no desire to ever change. Personally, I played Basic, 1st, 3rd, 3.5, and 4th.I refuse to believe that 4E exists.
Originally Posted by Methos:
You're like one of the women I work with. Her group still plays 2nd edition and have no desire to ever change. Personally, I played Basic, 1st, 3rd, 3.5, and 4th.
Yeah, You're like one of the women I work with. Her group still plays 2nd edition and have no desire to ever change. Personally, I played Basic, 1st, 3rd, 3.5, and 4th.
Mostly I don't feel like buying all the books over again. 3.5 is good enough for me, don't feel any pressing reason to change.Almost got all the players, just finishing up some of the mammoth role PM's I need to do.
Originally Posted by Khazaar:
[geektalk] Sorcerers have a more limited variety of acane powers but are able to use them more often. On lower levels the sorcerers ability to use arcane power more often is an advantage but in mid to higher levels this advantage gets overtaken by the wizards greater adaptability to whatever circumstances arise. Feel free to contact me for more useless D&D knowledge. [/geektalk]
...there are probably worse things than mutated turtles out there...
Yeah, but wizards are completly powerless if they don't wear a monocole.[geektalk] Sorcerers have a more limited variety of acane powers but are able to use them more often. On lower levels the sorcerers ability to use arcane power more often is an advantage but in mid to higher levels this advantage gets overtaken by the wizards greater adaptability to whatever circumstances arise. Feel free to contact me for more useless D&D knowledge. [/geektalk]
...there are probably worse things than mutated turtles out there...
oh my god bloody dungeons and dragons talk.
for gods sake.......
for gods sake.......
Yeah there are a lot of those in DnD.
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