Our alien lashunta party member, Ashtael Valjakra, joins the party and recounts their latest exploits… –GM
17th day of Sarenith, 4716 AR
The battle raged on as our heroes struggled valiantly to suppress the twisted DEACON HOPE. Well, some of our heroes. The rest of our poor protagonists were entranced by a deadly (but seductive) ALRAUNE!
The fight was going well for the heroes, and it seemed the deacon would be defeated at last, but alas, he snuck away with a cheap spell.
On the bright side, this meant that our (varying levels of) great heroes could be freed from the enchanting spell. Freed by force, of course. The once beautiful flower was hacked to pieces in a fit of rage, much to the disappointment of some of the naughtier in the group. Once the weed-whacking had come to an end our heroes saw fit to speak with the traumatized tools that lived in the area.
After much (frustrating) talk with the local residents, it became clear that they had all been thoroughly entwined in Unity’s machine-ations. Deciding not to dally with these dreambound denizens, our heroes continued down the monorail ‘till they arrived at the security sector. There our brave band of bums thought they could relax. This foolishness was thrust posthaste into their faces by A LASER! A LASER TURRET TURNED TO THEIR DOOMED DISPLAY OF DERANGEMENT and politely asked them their favorite spells…
However, our heroes were nothing if not s̶t̶u̶p̶i̶d̶ bold, and so they dared to invoke the name of Unity at the lasers. And so the lasers began to fire.
Not only lasers — strangers, pale of face and wearing rat-like masks emerged from the fog. Our terrified troupe realised that they were… UNDEAD…
Our heroes seemed to be in dire straits. “Seemed,” that is, until the lasers ran out of juice after one meteor swarm. And so our heroes laid into the PALE STRANGERS with everything they had. Steel and spells (or rather, adamantine and abjurations) tore through the air, and before long the day (or at least the hour) was won.
But don’t worry, there are still plenty of trials ahead of them, so you have time to go grab a snack. Don’t worry, the heroes are resting, so what could possibly happen to them?
When our heroes’ (and our audiences’) break was through, they walked into the security deck (just the heroes, the audience stayed in their seats, providing ABSOLUTELY NO HELP WHATSOEVER TO OUR HEROES). In the security deck they saw an ungodly sight. Two REPAIR DRONES, toiling to finish creating an ANNIHILATOR ROBOT!
Our heroes could not sit by and allow this to happen, and they charged!
Once more, blades and black arts rent apart the sky (or, rather, ceiling) as our heroes e̶a̶s̶i̶l̶y̶ ̶d̶e̶f̶e̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶n̶e̶m̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶p̶a̶i̶r̶ ̶d̶r̶o̶n̶e̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶c̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶l̶o̶u̶d̶ struggled valiantly with their mighty foes, with some of their party beaten to the brink of death.
However, our (arguably) trusty spellcasters, wielding (debatably) powerful magic, were able to j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶b̶a̶r̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶a̶v̶o̶i̶d̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶a̶$̶$̶e̶$̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ save our glorious group with all its members (and limbs) intact.
TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR ANOTHER EPISODE OF
-Your Loremaster Viole (Nima)
XP so far:
Ashtael Valjakra – 781,587
Invitavit Mentibus – 751,990
M0n5t3r – 891,824
Rick Steel – 843,591
Roger Maxson – 677,841
Romulus – 767,090
Viole – 726,074