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#27708
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
I have some of the mystic blocks, they are pretty cool, and very nice for surface ruins.

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#27709
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
GREAT SETUP MAN! I really enjoyed seeing these.

Man I havn't posted here in years.
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#27710
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
I have some of the mystic blocks, they are pretty cool, and very nice for surface ruins.

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I agree. I wish I could get more.
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#27711
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
Here's Ursula's account of the events of this session...

The streets were bustling with carts and carriages. People of all races milled about the open air market, selecting fishes, hardened cheeses, trinkets and hard-wares. Ursula paws through barrels of herbs as a balding and aproned man watches down his nose at her.

"Well, as I was sayin' none of it be yer business! The only thing I know that is your business is sellin' me some o' this shrubbery you call herbs!" Barked Ursula as her head shot out of a barrel, half her stout body still hanging over the edge of it, hands feverishly digging through bruised rosemary.

"How's this then," grumbled the shop-keep, "you spin me a tail or two of that vessel a yours, give an old bored, land-bound farmer a chance t' dream a bit, and I give you an extra peck of herbs...on the house."

Ursula pulled her nose out of the barrel, "All right Old Man. Give me a pinch o' that tabaccy you got in your pouch there, I'll tell ya a little story. Just a tiny taste. Somethin' to whet your appetite."

And with that Ursula jumped full on into the rosemary barrel, raking it all about with her hands to make a proper cushion to sit on. The only thing sticking out of the barrel now were errant strands of rosemary and a apple-cheeked head puffing pensively on a freshly filled pipe.

"Well, shopkeep" Ursula started in her gravely voice before pausing to lift herself and emit a loud and sloppy sounding fart, "Ahh the smell of rosemary. Let me start again, so Tosh and I were belows deck when we here a commotion up above. We run up into the still cool darkness of the night to find a skinny old man with a white scraggly beard and red suit standing over the body of Landar. Gandayar, the Captain, and Almeric were standin' next to him, and so was some squinty eyed fella in big shaggy boots that looked like white panther paws. You could see Landar's brains. What happened next I ain't too sure of. I just kept starin' at that old man's eyes until I felt meself bein' pulled into them, like they were a warm fireplace and blanket that I could just snuggle up to. Then all of a sudden that sly trickster puts his hand to his nose and winks. Next I know we're all standin' around in front of Lord Gunther's palatial keep and that red-coat rag-a-muffin is no wheres in sight...!"

"Who is Lord Gunther?" quickly queried the shopkeep as he scratched his aproned belly.

Ursula stood up like a shot, her hands gripping the barrel edge, her pipe wagging in her mouth,
"Who is tellin' this story?! He's a cleric, now shut your yap before I cram my ass in it!" growled Ursula, taking the pipe out of her mouth to spit and violently sit back down, sending sprigs of rosemary hurtling out of the barrel. Leaning against the barrel wall, Ursula puts her feet up on the barrel edge and starts again,
"Now, as I was sayins, we found ourselves outside of Lord Gunther's keep yet again with another dead body. As was usual the old cleric's house servants ushered us in, took our gear and let us wash our faces. Lord Gunther then appeared and took us into his private den where he worked his magic to preserve the body of Landar. Gunthy then fed us some of his fire-water and cakes n' stuff, told us a bunch a long-winded mumbo-gajumbo about how we gotta get this Landar kid through ogre infested lands to a shrine of the dead in a far-away keep called Heaven's Helm. We passed the night this way, feasting on pheasant and wine while the old man just kept talking.

In the mornin' we all got our gear ready and Lord Gunther brought us to his stables where we loaded up a team of horses with goods to last a month. I tell ya, this Gunthy knows how to keep ya full of tucker and tales! Even though he's just some haggard old man, he's always got somethin' to say! I think it's all the booze he drinks. Well, we saddled up and I hopped on a stout pony named GrumFell and we all trotted out and off. The breeze was brisk and it sent chills down me little salty spine.

For days we rode the trail, through forests and valleys, seein' land I ain't ne'er seen. We passed through Ogre country and heard their echoing howls off in the distance. Oh, my hands ached to smash some Ogre FACE! But we could spare no time, we only had a week or so before the spells put on Landar would wear off and then bringing him back would be impossible. I'll tell ya this, I was not expectin' to come across the dead lands. After the ogre country we passed through nothin' but deadness. Dead meadows, empty mountainsides, no fowl in the air, no beasts on the land, nothin! I tell ya nothin' ain't as un-nervin' as nothin'! The emptiness got into our brains sos our thoughts sounded as hollow and empty as the winds.

After a few days of this Lord Gunther gathers us around the campfire and gives us all a leathern bag.
"Take this," he said, "You will need these on the road ahead. Inside you will find potions that can heal your wounds, a scroll that when activated will protect you from the elements, a few flasks of holy water with which to protect yourself from the undead, and finally a scroll that will turn any handful of stones into divine weapons of protection, guaranteed to strike the heart of any undead creature..."

"Wait, what? What is all this speak of undead? Is that what nightmare roams these lands, mon?" interjected Tosh, his red eyes once fixed on his bag now looking anxiously at Lord Gunther.

Lord Gunther stood and responded, "Tosh, it will be up to you and I to make sure these items are properly administered throughout the group." with that Lord Gunther turned and went into his tent, poking his head back out, "get some rest, I fear tomorrow will be a day you will need it."

"After that we all looked around at each other as the firelight played off our stunned faces. Who knew what lie on the road ahead? It didn't matter, all we knew we had to do was get that Landar kid's body to Heaven's Helm. Scuffin' our feets in the dirt we all drew straws for watch and the lucky ones crawled into our tents.

We woke up to snow. Lots of snow. Thulhame (the squinty eyed guy with cat-foot boots) smiled cheerily at it, his eyes nearly disappearing from his face, "this snow is pure. this snow is bountiful." he intoned and then began packing up his things. "this snow is pure allright, pure minotaur shit!" I grumbled at the tent wall, as I scooped my goods up and saddled my pony.

We rode for hours without a sign of anything, until the captain called a hushed halt. With a finger over his mouth, the Captain pointed to two places up the road. Ghouls! Ghasts! There was a horde of ghouls and zombies, flankin' us on either side of the road! Seein' us they started moanin' and grumblin' and a shamblin ' towards us.

"Put your backs to the rocks lads!" The Captain called out, "Follow me! To the rocks!" he yelled as he ran back t'wards the rocks to the side of the road. I followed him as best I could while the rest of the group seemed to scatter in all sorts a directions. Lord Gunther and Gandayar were busy with the horses, Almeric kept throwing his hands up and down and yellin' curses, Tosh slowly walked down the road towards the ghouls, his spear of Jah piercing the air. The ghouls and ghasts shambled ever faster towards us. The captain and Lord Gunther began peltin' the beasts with arrows. Tosh launched his spear and spilt a ghasts belly straight in two. It collapsed in a twitching shamble.

I roared and leaped forward, smashing with my maces as fast as I could. RommDarr's Fury, me heavy mace, was not striking yet again! I cursed at it and it was to no avail! I swear that theivin' smithy that made it put a curse on it! As I was standin' there cursin' my mace I saw Almeric jump onto a fence post and call out with ferocity, "From the flames of Heaven I send you back to HELL!" and with that a massive fireball burst in the distance, howls came up from the far group of ghouls and ghasts as they were burnt into cinders and carried away with the breeze.

Not to be outdone Thulhame began shouting, "I curse you undead!" and fired a volley of arrows, striking several in the face and limbs. Again, he shouted "I curse you undead!" stomping his white shaggy boots on the snow, sendin' small flurries around his feets. He then ran towards the rocks and stood next to the captain and drew another arrow from his pouch, "I curse you undead!" he screamed again as his arrow flew through the air, taggin' a ghoul in the eye. It howled as it shambled forward.

Growin' impatient to smash I ran from the rocks and out onto the road where the remainin' undead were shamblin'. With a yell I smashed through em all with RommDarr's fury and Deathbringer at me sides. In no time I had that road a cleared o' ghouls. We looked over ourselves and repacked the horses, we had no time to stop for anythin' but killin'. Landar continued to slowly rot, wrapped in blankets on a horses back. We galloped up the old worn road at high speed, only to be nearly thrown off as the horses suddenly began to rear on their hind legs, whinny and buck.

Lord Gunther quickly spoke some calming words and the horses settled down, their muscles never fully relaxing. It was tough to see through all the wind and snow, but I tells ya, as soon as we took a few more paces forward a massive fortress appeared in front of us. Walls as high as the Beggar's Palace, ya know, from them fairy tales. Great old stones lined the ramparts, huge windows and turrets were dotted all about the place. Lord Gunther gave a shout and the horses ran ahead, around the bend of the castle and towards the main gate. We all needed fresh pantaloons after what came next.

Roundin the bend, our horses spirits broke, and our jaws dropped as we found ourselves face to face with a giant skeletal DRAGON! It's jaw hung open with glistening white teeth the size of me! It raked the air with it's razor sharp talons and roared a raspy call. Behind it stood the fortress, and about a hundred skeleton warriors, who clanked their swords and sheilds together in time as they began to march towards us, their cacophony punctuated by the dry roars of the skeleton dragon.

"Today, nor any day longer do I trust you to protect me RommDarr!" I screamed and through my heavy mace to the ground. I turned around in me saddle and took out my new heavy flail, which I had commissioned before this trip, complete with skeletal dragon etched into its metal shaft. I gave a small chuckle at the irony of it all. Then ran up my ponies neck, leapt off its head, and screamed as I hurled through the air towards the dragon. Lord Gunther jumped from his steed and ran towards the first regiment of Skeletons. Lifting his longsword high in the air he gave a sharp call. Light glowed from his sword, and in a flash the entire regiment exploded. Finger bones and ribs rained down over us all. Tosh, inspired by this, followed suit. Drawing his mace he ran up beside me and called out, "Get high, little one, jump up, let Jah bring you to your foe! Irieeeee!"

I felt Tosh touch my back and suddenly I was weightless. "RAAAAAA!" I howled as I was suddenly launched into the air, bringin' my face and my flail to eye level with the skeletal beasts knees. "Not a bad place t' start smashin'!" I yelled and I brang my new flail down with both hands, I smashed and smashed til it's knee was like a bowl of broken teeth. I was shocked that it didn't collapse. "There's some kinda purple light holdin' this thing together! We got to smash it all!" with that last yell, foam started comin' out of me mouth. Matteus heard my calls and ran up beside me, his sword raised high above his head. With a mighty battle cry Matteus began hacking at the things legs, jabbing the blade between the bones and trying to pry the thing apart. I smashed and howled, flying up ever higher, getting near the things jaws I tried to smash its face in! I was gettin a good hole goin' in it's head when I heard Almeric call out from below,
"Dwarf-Child, out of the way!"

He had climbed off his horse and green oozy light swirled about his hands. With a small cackle Almeric sent green slime shooting from his hands and it went straight into the head hole I smashed, I could see it bouncin' around inside. Then all of a sudden the creature threw back it's head and rasped another deafening roar. It was done. It's head exploded with such a force I was knocked back, near into the fortress wall. A clattering of a thousand bones was heard as the beast collapsed, it's necromantic powers gone.

"I've got a bone to pick with you!" I yelled down to Almeric, "this was my beast to slay!"

Almeric merely gave a shrug and scuttled away, keeping close to the fortress wall, and away from the advancing hordes of skeletons. Lookin' over my shoulder I saw the captain and Gandayar run up a small hillock and daringly leap onto the fortress wall, and with great effort they pulled themselves up onto the ramparts. I saw what was happenin. They were takin' out the archers! Did I tell ya that? Those ramparts were a swarmin' with skeletal archers, and some weird lookin' fella that seemed to be commandin' the whole scene. He wasn't no skeleton. I can tell ya that much.

Seein' the captain and Gandayar in need I flew over to the ramparts and we started hackin' and smashin' the archers until there was none. Seein' my opportunity I flew over to the skeleton commander and began smashin' him. He was tough t' smash I tells ya! TOUGH! Almeric and Thulhame, taking notes from Gandayar, ran up the hillock and joined us on the ramparts. Before I could smash the Commander again I heard a strange shout from Tosh, down below in the battlefield, then all of a sudden a cloud of smoke rose up from behind Skeleton Commander and when it cleared, the menacing face of Matteus appeared, "Not today!" he yelled as he sliced the Commanders back with his sword. THe commander swung around to find not only Matteus but Tosh and his spear as well. "Dat's right mon!" called Tosh as he thrust his spear forward, it scraped off the Commander's armor. Then suddenly a large magical sword appeared above us, and hacked down at the Commander. Lord Gunther's Spiritual Weapon! I turned to give a knowing wink to the cleric and saw that he was awash in skelingtons! Hordes of them pinned him against the fortress wall below. With a flash he raised his sword and the ring of skeletons around him shattered into pieces. Seeing him left alone I knew what had to be done. I flew down to him as fast as I could,

"Here Old Man! Jump on me back!" with no time wasted Old Gunthy clambered onto my back, calling back his spiritual sword it hung above us. Looking up we could see the Captain slinging those divine stones at the commander. With a hiss we saw Skeleton Commander dive off the rampart and into the Fortress, his back smoking from the divine stones.

"I see your game!" I yelled, and in a single bound I flew with Gunthy on me back right over those walls to land right in front of old Skeleton Commander. Now, I wouldn't call it a gasp cuz I don't think Skelly could gasp, but some kinda shocked noise came from old commander as he saw me, Gunthy, and his giant glowing spirit sword pop up right in front of his escape. I heard a cry from the ramparts and to our surprise old Thulhame leapt right off and hit the ground runnin. In two seconds he was on Skeleton Commander, grapplin' him to the ground.

They both wrestled there for a while, but old Skull Commander still had a trick or two up his evil sleeves and pinned Thulhames throat to the ground and escaped. His armored feet clanged against the hard frozen courtyard as he bee-lined it for a turret door. "By the powers of all that is holy!" called out Lord Gunther and he sent his spirit sword after the Commander. Divine light flashed as the sword delivered its final blow. Skelington Commander glowed as he stood there frozen for a second, his body in mid stride crumbled to the ground in a hump. Light smoke rose up from between his armor joints. "a-RAA! a-RAAAAAAA!" I growled as I stomped around, flingin my flail back and forth, foam flyin out me mouth, just lookin' for the next fight!

..to be continued.
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#27712
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
I had my first TPK on sunday. It was harsh. Although it wasn't complete, two characters left half way through the session. They left the dungeon once Landar had been resurrected. The others went back in for Matteas, the paladin who was hell bent on taking out the death knight who was once a cleric in the party. Their patron, lord Gunther, the one who was supposed to raise Landar was slain, his skull split by the death knight's sword. The death knight raised Landar for the price of keeping Gunther's body to perform some unholy rite upon.

I set up a massive Den of Evil set up that was beyond a passage through the keep. As usual, when I'm DMing, I forgot to take pictures as I unveiled the set-up. I'll post up Peter's pics when he posts them.

I used some sweet albums to cover the set-up.







This one's pretty blurry. Sorry.

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#27713
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
Here's some more of the inside of this Den of the Dead...









Here's Ursula balancing on top of the pew. It would prove to be her undoing later when she rolled a 1 on her balance check and fell prone next to the death knight and mummies...


Out from behind the illusory wall came the death knight, mounted upon a nightmare.


Here's Ursula on her back on the pew.


The wizard used his staff of abjuration to dismiss the nightmare. Smart move.












They surrendered the body of their patron Lord Gunther in exchange the death knight would raise Landar from the dead.


Behind the illusory wall is the true Den of Evil...


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#27714
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Awesome! great use of the wooden floors...
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#27715
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
Awesome! great use of the wooden floors...
Thanks Stefan. I was planning on using more in that room, but I was 3 short of what I wanted to do, so I had to improvise. Because of all the elevated areas in the DoE I was out of regular floor tiles. I had to use the cavern floors in this earlier chamber, which was okay, but it would've been nicer with the original flagstones.

We always ship our new toys to Seattle to avoid duty and high shipping rates to Canada, and this is a good example of why it's sometimes annoying to save those bucks. More toys were sitting in Seattle, but nobody had picked them up yet. Oh well.
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#27716
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
Here's more pictures of the Den of Evil...



As Landar's spirit returned from the Netherworld so too did a strange shadow wolf that emitted a deafening howl.


The WotC large fire elemental fit perfectly into the mystic blocks 4x4 w/pit.




This was awesome. After Landar was ressurrected the paladin Matteas charged up the stairs and bullrushed the death knight off into the portal, but its spell resistance prevented it from whisking him away to the Netherworld. Great inventive use for bull rush.


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#27717
To Resurrect a Fallen Brother 6 Years, 10 Months ago  
Here's a close-up of my D&D shirt.
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