It is the year 1425 in the Kingdom of Acamea. The Crusade of King Braden I is embroiled in violent battles all over the kingdom. Recently, Castle Bedros has fallen to the Drow Menace.
Updated 06-22-2010 at 04:02 PM by scars_of_carma
At the time where Belsar thinks that he was fighting some giant white wormlike creature, he was actually under mind controll from the one illithid. Yes, even I don't make a saving throw every now and then. When I failed that save, our DM hands me a note that reads, "You are obviously the best Dwarf fighter here. Attack the others and show that this is true." As luck would have it, the character of Rennek then came over to help fight the illithid. Now I didn't have to figure out which
So it has been a while since I blog/posted/breathed on the boards except for snippets here and there. Been busy working for the school district and my practicum....
After another session of Thunderspire, even my devoted kill joy players are starting to feel the monotonous battles and story on this one. That will teach me to run a 4e game by the book! They even forget why they are there most of the time.
So I will be ending the adventure pretty soon. I halved the monsters
Since it was getting close to sunset and the fact that it seems like usually our foes like to be more active at night, we figure that it would be best to wait until morning before checking out the giants cave. A watch is set and we make camp away from the cave entrance. I made a large camp fire that would burn all night. We also made a blockade at the cave entrance. We even soaked it with oil from a couple of oil flasks. This way, if something attacked from the cave, we can set the oil and
Evil convenience at the most up-wrecked time.
Sitting there all alone, your life worth a dime.
You can see your future in your own zombie-like dreams.
But you could care less, it could be some devil-like scheme.
You walk alone in day or night, with no sign of fright.
You eat alone all year long, with no sense of delight.
Blood oozing from the 6 inch depth wounds.
Hoping that you'll fall over dead, but not too soon.