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March 29, 2005

The new old campaign

This is an editted transcript of what transpired last night. A lot of it won't make sense unless you were there. You'll also notice that I'm not a proficient storyteller--sucks to be you. My character isn't Sheven, but that's how the story began.

Sheven awoke aboard a ship gently swaying in the calm seas south of Khorvaire. Blearily, he scanned the surprisingly plush sleeping quarters to see none of his normal travelling companions but saw several beds containing sleeping strangers draped in tattered gray robes. One, a human looking male, was heavily tattooed (a dragonmark), and the other, another man with vaguely odd yet entirely normal fascial features (a changeling). In the far corner of the room looked to be a makeshift workshop with the metallic body of a warforged man lying motionless on the table. Scanning further, he came to focus on Fizlar, his current employer, tending to several flasks stowed in cupboard above an empty bed nearby.

Sheven fought the soreness encompassing his entire body to sit upright as Fizlar approached with an obvious sense of curiosty. Fizlar looked him over several times looking both puzzled and disturbed, produced a few potions which eased the pain, and began discussing his displeasure about the three strangers. Apparently, the warforged had killed Fizlar's brother during the war a few years back and the other two were associates of the metal man. Fizlar matter-of-factly explained that Sheven's former companions, including his dear sister, had been sacrificed to return the souls of these strangers to the living realm, yet he was puzzled why Sheven yet remained alive.

Now without family, and a solo employee of Fizlar's, Sheven was offered a new job, most likely out of pity, as security chief of operations. Still dazed and sore, he blandly accepted and fell in silent grief at his tragic loss. Fizlar saw the discussion wasn't going to continue and gathered some notes from the workshop table and left the quarters.

After a bit of a rest, Sheven attempted to feed water to the dragonmarked and the changeling but neither stirred. He looked inside an open panel on the warforged but couldn't make heads or tails of the strange mechanics so he left the quarters looking for food. Finding a couple of helpful sailors Sheven managed some bread and water which gladly ate before retiring back to bed for quiet contemplation.

Several hours later...

Fizlar appeared looking far more concerned about the strangers than he and said seemly as an afterthought, "Sheven, it's good of you, but you do not have to watch them." Sheven retorted that given his new charge as chief of security, it was rather appropriate behavior, but each knew his thoughts were of his departed sibling. Fizlar quietly fed both the changling and dragonmarked man the entire contents of two potions and again left the room.

Just after the door closed, the tattooed man carefully and slowly peered about his surroundings. Sheven introduced himself and the two quickly fell into conversation about the recent events and the machine that had killed Sheven's companions and restored Malfoy, the dragonmarked, Ren Bix, the changling, and Bosh, the warforged.

After failing to wake Ren Bix, Malfoy studied some of the notes on the worktable and managed to reactivate Bosh. Convinced by their desire not to face certain retribution, torture and unpleasantness at the hands of the obviously unscrupulous Fizlar, Sheven agreed to attempt an escape after nightfall. The new party armed themselves with makeshift weapons, diluted the remaining flasks of sleeping potions and returned to former positions, resting and awaiting the darkness.

Several hours later...

Fizlar returned with a tray of food and force fed the feigned unconscious Malfoy and the truly unconscious Ren Bix the diluted elixirs and left Sheven to eat. The three managed to waken Ren Bix who was brought up to speed on the recent events and the plan of departure.

Sheven, Malfoy and Ren Bix managed to sneak to above deck, unsecured a lifeboat and waited for Bosh to join them. As expected, Bosh's clanking metal body attracted the night watch which began sounding alarms. Bosh rushed to the lifeboat which the group then released. As they drifted from the ship, Malfoy incanted a massive fireball which he hurled to the gathering crewmen as a parting gift. The fugitives watched the ship burn as they paddled away.

Luck continued with the group as sunrise brought them a few of one of the many islands known to scatter the region between the continents Xen'drik and Khorvaire. They dragged paddled towards the beach and as they dragged the lifeboat ashore, everyone was quite startled at the sounds of entire trees snapping. From the beach-front forest rang two voices.

"What do we have here?"

A massive two-headed ogrish creature emerged from the brush and answered it's own question with a blood-thirsty grin, "I don't know." Malfoy and Bosh, prior to their reversed demise, had visited some of the islands in this area and had failed to garner the friendship of an ettin clan. In fact, they had dispached several of the clan's number.

This particular ettin was certainly not the welcoming committee and charged the beleagered group baring teeth and branishing a partial tree trunk as a club. Despite their fatigue, the ettin was bested and the group settled to plan their next course of action.

Posted at March 29, 2005 01:17 PM | Gaming/Roleplaying

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