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incandescensAt the town square, the Archbishop of Vyones was in the middle of his address; poetic license, since there was no boxed text to speak of. "-Revenge upon us!" he continued. "`E `as constructed a giant undead creature, something of strange dark power! A colossus, over one `undred feet tall! It is using an entire tree as a club! I urge you not to panic, but it is coming to destroy us all!!"
"`Ow can we stop zis menace?" cried a panicked yet strangely coherent citizen from the crowd.
"Zere is `ardly a zing we can do!" the Archbishop wailed. "We `ave no magic to defend ourselves, just zees walls! Flee, but calmly!!" he urged, à la Denethor, son of Ecthelion.
Before any of the party could stride purposefully through the crowd to the podium to take their heroic places, another citizen, this one in green and brown robes, ordered the crowd to silence themselves. "It's Gaspard du Nord!" some of them muttered amazedly, then muttered amazedly to each other about how one really manages to mutter in an amazed manner. The group checked their Clue Sheet, found Gaspard's name under the entry of the Viper-Circled Mirror, and nodded knowingly to each other.
"You all know me," Gaspard proclaimed, "but you may not know that I was once evil like zis necromancer, Nathaire."
A quick check of the Clue Sheet again revealed no Nathaire. "Good," Rake said sotto voce to the others, "we might be able to kill him."
"Oui," Gaspard continued despite the suspicious mutterings of the crowd, "I freely admit zis. I, `oo now teach your children, did once dabble in ze forbidden arts. I was youthful and impressionable, and for zat I apologise. But confessions are not why I am `ere today. I am `ere to reveal zat I know exactly `ow to defeat zis Colossus. I `ave access to a formula zat will produce a powder zat - when blown in ze Colossus' face, will result in its immediate destruction!"
"And exactly `ow do you propose to get near zis giant's face?" yelled a disgruntled native of Vyones, "Can you fly?!"
"I don't think he can," another voice came from the crowd. The rest of the city turned to look for the source.
"But I will," said Rake, striding forth and throwing back his cloak to unfurl his wings. The citizens gasped in awe of their angelic saviour.
"Daaaamn," I breathed, "Nice entrance."
-- as narrated by the GM, from play of the classic D&D module X2: Château d’Amberville (http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=116562&page=1&pp=10)
"`Ow can we stop zis menace?" cried a panicked yet strangely coherent citizen from the crowd.
"Zere is `ardly a zing we can do!" the Archbishop wailed. "We `ave no magic to defend ourselves, just zees walls! Flee, but calmly!!" he urged, à la Denethor, son of Ecthelion.
Before any of the party could stride purposefully through the crowd to the podium to take their heroic places, another citizen, this one in green and brown robes, ordered the crowd to silence themselves. "It's Gaspard du Nord!" some of them muttered amazedly, then muttered amazedly to each other about how one really manages to mutter in an amazed manner. The group checked their Clue Sheet, found Gaspard's name under the entry of the Viper-Circled Mirror, and nodded knowingly to each other.
"You all know me," Gaspard proclaimed, "but you may not know that I was once evil like zis necromancer, Nathaire."
A quick check of the Clue Sheet again revealed no Nathaire. "Good," Rake said sotto voce to the others, "we might be able to kill him."
"Oui," Gaspard continued despite the suspicious mutterings of the crowd, "I freely admit zis. I, `oo now teach your children, did once dabble in ze forbidden arts. I was youthful and impressionable, and for zat I apologise. But confessions are not why I am `ere today. I am `ere to reveal zat I know exactly `ow to defeat zis Colossus. I `ave access to a formula zat will produce a powder zat - when blown in ze Colossus' face, will result in its immediate destruction!"
"And exactly `ow do you propose to get near zis giant's face?" yelled a disgruntled native of Vyones, "Can you fly?!"
"I don't think he can," another voice came from the crowd. The rest of the city turned to look for the source.
"But I will," said Rake, striding forth and throwing back his cloak to unfurl his wings. The citizens gasped in awe of their angelic saviour.
"Daaaamn," I breathed, "Nice entrance."
-- as narrated by the GM, from play of the classic D&D module X2: Château d’Amberville (http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=116562&page=1&pp=10)
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Date: 2005-01-07 09:37 pm (UTC)And since I know everyone involved and have lived with half of them, it's time for me to get in on the action...
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Date: 2005-01-07 10:06 pm (UTC)