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Felixia_Luna
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 15, 2011
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For various reasons, people have left the main land of the island to a satellite island that has become their new home. Riddleport could be described as a shanty town, where lawlessness is king and the best protection is a dagger. There was never any construction policy to be followed in this warren, and so the shanties grew together, on top of, and under existing structures. Truly this is a town where, if wanted, a person could disappear for a very long time. No one rules in a land of the free, but gang lords have staked property across the settlement, daring rivals to strike upon their lands.
Mortals....always thinking themselves as gods.....they forget who is in charge....
It was a drizzly morning when the adventures were tending to their normal day errands. They had been allowed to settle down for a few months on the island, getting used to the area and customs of the land. However, divine intervention was due to strike down their normal lives and to throw them into the chaos that will change their lives forever. One by one, they were overcome with darkness, crashing onto the ground in their varied estates, and taken into the lair of utter malice. They last sights are the shapes of humanoids, but utterly not humans reaching towards their forms. The last smell they catch is one of wet fur...
Hours later, they slowly regained consciousness, seeing nothing but utter darkness coiling around them. As their senses slowly trickled back, a dull ache in their bones and a hammering in their mind came to the forefront. A chittering sound flooded their ears, and they could sense a huge multitude of presences surrounding them. As their eyes slowly adapted to the dark, they could "see" a patch of darkness in front of them, slowly swaying in time with the chittering, if there could be a rhythm in the multitude. Suddenly, in a light bright enough to dazzle all of them with its intensity, green lights erupted from around the cavern that they found themselves in. Standing in front of each of them was the form of a naked elven woman. Each was a stunning work of beauty, which was quickly shattered when knives flashed across each of their throats, splattering each adventurer with the lifeblood of the gods. Before they could overcome their shock at the sudden violence, a burning pain lanced into each of their naked backs. The smell of charred flesh quickly filled their nostrils and the chamber, eliciting a spike in the chittering, sounding of... approval. The flood of sensations, the warm blood on their faces, the burning flares of pain from their backs, the waterfall sound of the chittering, and the painful green lights from massive green crystals are all too much to handle. Once again, they party falls into the crushing grip of the dark....
Brief flashes of images flow by......
the surrounding jungle....
rain falling on their faces.....
the sound of waves......
Darkness.
Hours later, one by one the party awakens to the sound of waves hitting the side of a hull. A single candle illuminates their surroundings. They each lay on a straw cot with their gear under each of their beds. As they roll around, they still feel the pain on their backs. After focusing on which areas hurt and which do not, they conclude that the the burn marks are in the shape of an upside down triangle that stretches from their shoulder blades to the small of their backs.
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What do you do now?
For various reasons, people have left the main land of the island to a satellite island that has become their new home. Riddleport could be described as a shanty town, where lawlessness is king and the best protection is a dagger. There was never any construction policy to be followed in this warren, and so the shanties grew together, on top of, and under existing structures. Truly this is a town where, if wanted, a person could disappear for a very long time. No one rules in a land of the free, but gang lords have staked property across the settlement, daring rivals to strike upon their lands.
Mortals....always thinking themselves as gods.....they forget who is in charge....
It was a drizzly morning when the adventures were tending to their normal day errands. They had been allowed to settle down for a few months on the island, getting used to the area and customs of the land. However, divine intervention was due to strike down their normal lives and to throw them into the chaos that will change their lives forever. One by one, they were overcome with darkness, crashing onto the ground in their varied estates, and taken into the lair of utter malice. They last sights are the shapes of humanoids, but utterly not humans reaching towards their forms. The last smell they catch is one of wet fur...
Hours later, they slowly regained consciousness, seeing nothing but utter darkness coiling around them. As their senses slowly trickled back, a dull ache in their bones and a hammering in their mind came to the forefront. A chittering sound flooded their ears, and they could sense a huge multitude of presences surrounding them. As their eyes slowly adapted to the dark, they could "see" a patch of darkness in front of them, slowly swaying in time with the chittering, if there could be a rhythm in the multitude. Suddenly, in a light bright enough to dazzle all of them with its intensity, green lights erupted from around the cavern that they found themselves in. Standing in front of each of them was the form of a naked elven woman. Each was a stunning work of beauty, which was quickly shattered when knives flashed across each of their throats, splattering each adventurer with the lifeblood of the gods. Before they could overcome their shock at the sudden violence, a burning pain lanced into each of their naked backs. The smell of charred flesh quickly filled their nostrils and the chamber, eliciting a spike in the chittering, sounding of... approval. The flood of sensations, the warm blood on their faces, the burning flares of pain from their backs, the waterfall sound of the chittering, and the painful green lights from massive green crystals are all too much to handle. Once again, they party falls into the crushing grip of the dark....
Brief flashes of images flow by......
the surrounding jungle....
rain falling on their faces.....
the sound of waves......
Darkness.
Hours later, one by one the party awakens to the sound of waves hitting the side of a hull. A single candle illuminates their surroundings. They each lay on a straw cot with their gear under each of their beds. As they roll around, they still feel the pain on their backs. After focusing on which areas hurt and which do not, they conclude that the the burn marks are in the shape of an upside down triangle that stretches from their shoulder blades to the small of their backs.
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What do you do now?
